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Anodrac Ynnej ([personal profile] siryms_echo) wrote2011-05-09 01:38 pm

001 - First Bell [Action/Voice]

 
[The feeling of grass beneath her was a bit startling, and she shot up into a seated position; had she been attacked on the way to Bau by archers? Did some some of illness overtake her while she was traveling? Once her head cleared enough for her to think properly, however, she realized that she was thankfully unharmed -- save for the dull ache between her large wings, which she then proceeded to spend several moments examining -- and then rambling over, as she talks to herself about the complete impossibility of having a feathered set of wings on her person that are entirely too small to be of use...]

[... After she spends some time mulling over the illogical details in her head, she finally rises and takes a step forward -- her toes nudge the journal, which leads to her bending over and picking it up carefully. Her fingers trace over its surface for a moment before she speaks.]

This is a weird turn of events, indeed...

[Tucking the small book beneath her arm, she begins to walk on ahead.]

[After a long while of walking, the residents of the town can see a dark-haired woman with two large appendages tucked behind her back. Her darkened eyes are looking straight ahead, though her ears seem to be twitching and moving, ever so faintly, as though trying to pinpoint noises.]

[Luceti, meet Anodrac. Clearly, she's unfamiliar with her surroundings, and a little bit nervous, to boot. Anyone want to be the one to welcome her?]

It's completely cool, I've been worked to death lately anyway OTL

[identity profile] anodracthedark.livejournal.com 2011-06-01 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
A-Ah... yes, they did.

[A week here is seven days? What's the point behind that? Well, now Anodrac's a tiny bit flustered.]

That will take some... getting used to. [Faint understatement.] ...Am I correct in assuming the days here aren't 48 hours long?

[She nods faintly.] Well then, that relieves me... somewhat.

[She brings a hand to her lips, as though wondering what else she could ask. After a few minutes of silence, she shakes her head.]

There's nothing else I can really think of asking at the moment. ...did you want to ask your questions now?