Avyiia Yatiaan | 23 | Female | M: No One Directly
Avyiia had been trying to have fun that evening. Trying to relax and enjoy some time with her friends. But, she’d gotten off work late, having been stuck with every menial task her more experienced coworkers could pawn off on her. As was the joy with being the youngest member of staff and not yet as educated as her fellows. So, exhausted, annoyed, and wanting more than anything else to let go of the stress of her workday, she had texted apologies to her friends for her lateness, promised to meet them as soon as possible, and drove herself back to her apartment.
No sooner than she had parked, Avi was out and climbing the stairs up to her third-floor home. She quickly ascended the concrete steps, unlocked the door, and pushed it open with her hip. It was a fairly small home, as she was saving up to afford to travel more. Eventually, she figured she would need to afford a home, but with her perpetual state of wanderlust, she cared more about being able to travel than about not needing to pay rent. And, even before that, Avi needed to worry about getting through school.
She tossed her bag onto the living room couch and immediately went to her room to get ready. She changed out of her button-up blouse and slacks, showered quickly, and styled her long brown curls into an elegant style. Her thick, often unruly curls had been fairly cooperative today, so it took her a relatively short time to put into an elegant style, mostly loose and flowing, but a part of it was braided into a crown style around the sides of her head, and a singular, large braid down her back.
Her style, when it was her own and not her work uniform, tended to favor black, and this particular get-up was a prime example of her style. A tight black dress, simple but elegant, with her blue eyes surrounded by dark eyeshadow and thick liner. She selected a pair of knee-high, black boots, the stiletto heels of which added a few inches to her height.
Her jewelry consisted of silver, with a pair of small sapphire earrings she’d received recently as a graduation gift, a few simple silver rings, and a simple silver pendant with a black center stone. That she’d worn for as long as she could remember. It was a simple piece, but she had never taken it off. In all honesty, she’d never been too fond of it, as the stone had always given her a strange feeling when she looked at it. But, she had been told all her life that it was a trinket from her birth family, and it was important that she never took it off. So, like the good little girl her parents thought she was, Avi wore it.
Eventually, and after receiving a few questioning texts from her friends, she emerged from her room. She responded telling them to come pick her up, and went to her living room. She dropped onto the couch for a few minutes to wait for them when something caught her eye. Her gaze dropped to the coffee table, where there sat a letter.
Where did that come from?
She did a mental restep for a moment. Had it been there when she walked in? She had not been paying attention, but she did not believe it had been. It certainly had not been there that morning. Strange. After a moment’s hesitation, she reached out to grab the letter, and opened it. She found herself pacing across the room as she read the single, small paper within it.
Greetings, Avyiia Yatiaan
I regret to inform you that the realm of Daztan requires your assistance. There will be much to learn and more to find, please waste no time. Your dragon and the world of Daztan needs you. Our apologies for the short notice, and we do hope this is not of any inconvenience to you.
The Council
Avyiia raised an eyebrow and murmured a soft “What?”
Whatever this is, it’s not funny.
Her phone went off once more, and when she looked at it, it held a simple message from one of her friends stating that they were here. Lovely. So, though she was confused and mildly annoyed, she simply tossed the note onto her kitchen counter, and got ready to walk out the door. That was, until a strange light shone on her from where the letter had landed. She turned to look at what had happened, and saw a glimmering vortex of black and purple in her kitchen, something that looked as though straight out of a fantasy novel.
“What…the fuck,”
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