Spring was supposed to be a time of happiness. The flowers were blooming, the trees were sprouting green with leaves, and the showers of rain were in light and carefree when compared to the depressing deluges of fall and winter. It was a time when the world was coming back to life from its slumber of winter, when everything and everyone was wide-eyed with wonder at the sights, sounds, and smells of the fresh air and greenery that came in the warm breeze. For Kistiñe Ibáñez, there were mixed feelings... She smiled and danced when the music was right, laughed and drank with her friends and guild mates almost every chance she could, and seemed to still hold the title of "Party Queen" among Black Rose. However, at every one of these instances there seemed to be something a bit off about her, something most would likely never notice. Her smiles seemed to be a bit milder, her laughter a bit out of tune for her normally musical voice--her drinking seemed to be more purposeful that a simple social habit and her dancing lacked some of the fire and flair that defined it.
Most would never notice the difference. Most would never see that a chink in her socialite armor had been made because she was so good at hiding it. Why? Quite frankly, she did not want to weigh her friends down with her own emotional baggage, especially when so few of them would understand the depth that it dug into her heart...
As of right now, the Latina was walking down a street in the port city Lavanitir, idly window browsing through the store fronts. Her jacket had the hood drawn up loosely to keep the light rain out of her hair--it frizzled and became a mess after being out in the rain--but it was other wise left unzipped, her hands stuffed in her jacket pockets as her eyes scanned through the window of a clothing store. There was nothing too interesting about the store, as she had passed it over several times before on separate occasions, but it was a distraction from being alone. Most everyone else was out doing jobs or otherwise unavailable that afternoon to go and spend the day with, so she was out on her own trying to kill time...
Most would never notice the difference. Most would never see that a chink in her socialite armor had been made because she was so good at hiding it. Why? Quite frankly, she did not want to weigh her friends down with her own emotional baggage, especially when so few of them would understand the depth that it dug into her heart...
As of right now, the Latina was walking down a street in the port city Lavanitir, idly window browsing through the store fronts. Her jacket had the hood drawn up loosely to keep the light rain out of her hair--it frizzled and became a mess after being out in the rain--but it was other wise left unzipped, her hands stuffed in her jacket pockets as her eyes scanned through the window of a clothing store. There was nothing too interesting about the store, as she had passed it over several times before on separate occasions, but it was a distraction from being alone. Most everyone else was out doing jobs or otherwise unavailable that afternoon to go and spend the day with, so she was out on her own trying to kill time...