She had remembered the biting chill as wind whipped past her falling body, the sting of her wounds as the air seemed to rip into them and expose them more, and that hollow ache in her chest that gained more and more weight as her feathers had melted and disintegrated around her. Even the heavy smell and almost weight of the enormous body she had fought was hard to ignore, and superimposed on all of this was that roar and the last bit of light that wasn’t the fires burning the earth to ash below being blocked out.
She had accepted her world was dying even before she suddenly felt the chill that only cobblestone and narrow roads can create, and the odd sounds of life now around her. That life is why she goes from quiet grieving to calm and blank in face and military straight in posture. Out here where she knows no one or what any of these other people would truly want from her means that her mourning of Oswald and her home has to be pushed aside. Even the confused joy at her wings being whole and functional couldn’t be seen as she slowly made her way out of the dark nook between two buildings she had somehow been placed in and out into the streets. Wings on both hips and head folded up and feathers held tightly close like a living shield, adding extra warmth the black and purple tunic and skirt could not provide. Even the odd sandals while vexing in how exposed it made her feet and legs to attack, were at least adequate for walking at the least.
Though she did not really wish for anyone to actually bother her, information was vital and could be the only thing that would keep her alive long enough in this place to truly see if she was the only one who was ‘blessed’ to be saved. Thus inquiring to any soul who looked even remotely interested in explaining things to her.
[The Steps leading to the Heart of Nuren]
The call had persisted and tugged at her until she had no choice but to stop her gathering of information in order to follow it. The pearl like egg fitting warm and light in her hand keeps her near the steps for a bit longer after emerging from within the chamber. Curiosity and apprehension causing her head feathers to fluff a little in agitation as she stares at the egg as if expecting it to bite her.
“Tis a seemingly bad jest that one who was set upon by Fate to slay a dragon must now protect and care for one.”
The words are soft and almost under her breath as she attempts to weave past any who are also moving up or down the steps.
[Cliff Market]
Her first instinct is to acquire a weapon, but she is not exactly certain who is the right person to go to for such, and not yet comfortable in asking such of random strangers. After all a shoddy weapon is worse than no weapon at all, and supplies are much higher priority than gaining a decent spear. Despite this, she is drawn to stalls with small blades of decent make and prices that are not too high as to risk having to forego another item on her mental list. It would be easy to carry, and decent for quick and dirty tactics if she was attacked, and with there not seeming to be any sort of military in which to blend into the ranks of easily it would also aid in acquiring funds from hunting game outside the walls.
This decision made has her inspecting the blades in a critical manner that seems to amuse the owner of said stall as she tests weight and eyes the metal for impurities. An odd sight for anyone passing by considering during all of this one hand is still cradling the egg of her not yet born dragon while the other flips knives over to check for balance issues.
[Upper/Lower Nuren: Bird Watching]
The winding roads and the closeness of buildings reminds her of the few times she had visited the human kingdom of Titania. She had not really enjoyed it then and she wasn’t enjoying it now once she left the more open areas to investigate. So she wasn’t really all that surprised when she finally became fed up with such and would circumvent using traditional means to move about and with a flare of wings be on a rooftop or high wall in order to avoid a congestion of people or duck away from more people with that curious look of someone trying to catch a glance at a new ‘scion’.
Though likely the spectacle of her gently gliding back down from said perches to calmly walk along the street again after such moments was likely drawing more attention than if she had just kept walking, but by this point the familiar pattern to avoid people or move quickly was worth more then trying to blend in.
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She had remembered the biting chill as wind whipped past her falling body, the sting of her wounds as the air seemed to rip into them and expose them more, and that hollow ache in her chest that gained more and more weight as her feathers had melted and disintegrated around her. Even the heavy smell and almost weight of the enormous body she had fought was hard to ignore, and superimposed on all of this was that roar and the last bit of light that wasn’t the fires burning the earth to ash below being blocked out.
She had accepted her world was dying even before she suddenly felt the chill that only cobblestone and narrow roads can create, and the odd sounds of life now around her. That life is why she goes from quiet grieving to calm and blank in face and military straight in posture. Out here where she knows no one or what any of these other people would truly want from her means that her mourning of Oswald and her home has to be pushed aside. Even the confused joy at her wings being whole and functional couldn’t be seen as she slowly made her way out of the dark nook between two buildings she had somehow been placed in and out into the streets. Wings on both hips and head folded up and feathers held tightly close like a living shield, adding extra warmth the black and purple tunic and skirt could not provide. Even the odd sandals while vexing in how exposed it made her feet and legs to attack, were at least adequate for walking at the least.
Though she did not really wish for anyone to actually bother her, information was vital and could be the only thing that would keep her alive long enough in this place to truly see if she was the only one who was ‘blessed’ to be saved. Thus inquiring to any soul who looked even remotely interested in explaining things to her.
[The Steps leading to the Heart of Nuren]
The call had persisted and tugged at her until she had no choice but to stop her gathering of information in order to follow it. The pearl like egg fitting warm and light in her hand keeps her near the steps for a bit longer after emerging from within the chamber. Curiosity and apprehension causing her head feathers to fluff a little in agitation as she stares at the egg as if expecting it to bite her.
“Tis a seemingly bad jest that one who was set upon by Fate to slay a dragon must now protect and care for one.”
The words are soft and almost under her breath as she attempts to weave past any who are also moving up or down the steps.
[Cliff Market]
Her first instinct is to acquire a weapon, but she is not exactly certain who is the right person to go to for such, and not yet comfortable in asking such of random strangers. After all a shoddy weapon is worse than no weapon at all, and supplies are much higher priority than gaining a decent spear. Despite this, she is drawn to stalls with small blades of decent make and prices that are not too high as to risk having to forego another item on her mental list. It would be easy to carry, and decent for quick and dirty tactics if she was attacked, and with there not seeming to be any sort of military in which to blend into the ranks of easily it would also aid in acquiring funds from hunting game outside the walls.
This decision made has her inspecting the blades in a critical manner that seems to amuse the owner of said stall as she tests weight and eyes the metal for impurities. An odd sight for anyone passing by considering during all of this one hand is still cradling the egg of her not yet born dragon while the other flips knives over to check for balance issues.
[Upper/Lower Nuren: Bird Watching]
The winding roads and the closeness of buildings reminds her of the few times she had visited the human kingdom of Titania. She had not really enjoyed it then and she wasn’t enjoying it now once she left the more open areas to investigate. So she wasn’t really all that surprised when she finally became fed up with such and would circumvent using traditional means to move about and with a flare of wings be on a rooftop or high wall in order to avoid a congestion of people or duck away from more people with that curious look of someone trying to catch a glance at a new ‘scion’.
Though likely the spectacle of her gently gliding back down from said perches to calmly walk along the street again after such moments was likely drawing more attention than if she had just kept walking, but by this point the familiar pattern to avoid people or move quickly was worth more then trying to blend in.