Cayansa, the Corridor, a tiny inn
Cayansa Caprir, amateur artifabrian and marginally less amateur detective, fell out of the window with a shout. Admittedly, it had only been the ground floor, so the comedic value was greater than the pain. Perched on the windowsill, Reyx was laughing without pause, a sound that was beginning to almost feel natural. The mistspren didn't need to breathe, after all. Strangers circled around the pair, probably deciding it was too early to deal with them.
"Storm it," Cayansa said, picking themself up and dusting their tunic off, "You could've warned me."
I did! Reyx protested, flickering with light in their mirth, I explicitly said, Cayansa, if you keep leaning like that you're going to fall out the window! Did you listen? No!
Cayansa raised their hands in mock surrender. "Okay, okay. Did you see where Ria went?"
No, though I would guess she's heading to the Mistwarrens. She'd be inconspicuous enough there. Ah, you should've seen your face!
"What's wrong with my face?" Cayansa asked, leaning the other way through the window to grab a battered satchel. Other than not looking remotely Thaylen, of course, they thought.
What's wrong? Shall we start with the list of what's right? That one's far more manageable, Reyx teased, settling into Cayansa's hair, where their glimmering was a little less noticeable.
"Haha." Cayansa shut the window. It wasn't worth locking when the most valuable thing inside was a bedroll. "So, not the Mistwarrens today. There's a Rosharan district called the Sphere; I thought we could try our luck there? See if anyone can tell us ... well, anything."
Sounds as good as anywhere. Shall we?