09-06-2011, 06:07 PM
Anier's head had been buzzing since his conversation with Durion. He had no idea how to make something of himself or what else there was to do that he had an interest in. He had watched how a courtesan conducts themselves and was honestly rather interested in the allure that they brought. He was even made to sit in and watch one of his mothers work. At first it was disturbing to him because it looked so violent and brutal but then he started to realize that she seemed to be enjoying it and her client seemed more pleased than anyone he had ever seemed.
There was just something about the way that did things that was eye catching. Since he had come here a few years ago, Anier had watched almost all of his mothers and fathers work at some point, a little in awe at how. . . talented some of them were. They often said that this line of work was for those with tainted hearts but Anier had no idea what that even meant so he dismissed it rather easily.
As he walked through the streets of Venecia, he wandered around aimlessly allowing his body to go into autopilot as he contemplated and daydreamed. He strolled by a few citizens who gave him awkward looks as he passed but the silver eyed boy was too concerned with his mental dealings to pay any attention to it. As he cut down a side street that he was all to familiar with he finally came to when he heard a commotion about. His long pointed ears picked up the patting of feet and a few jumbled shouts as his eyes spotted a body running in his direction quickly.
The boy squinted a little trying to see if he could recognize the person from the distance and as it moved closer he realized he did. It was Siona. At first it seemed like she didn't notice him but then she looked up and her mind finally caught up with her body as she slowed to a stop after calling his name. He looked at the wolven girl and instinctively snatched her by the arm and darted into a nearby alley, "What happened Siona, why are you running?" His voice was gentle and obviously concerned with her well being more than anything else.
Then, out of pure instinct, he began inspecting her body looking for any bruises or cuts. His hands checked her entire body without shame, not even noticing if he was violating her in any way. Finally, once he was done with her bodily inspection, he took her hands into his, "Are you alright?" His eyes were frantic and had an edge of anger within them. No one would hurt anyone that Anier deemed to be his friend.
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