Anya (paintedfire) wrote in 4bidden, @ 2014-10-19 17:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | #week: 7, &day: thursday, *character: dominic sullivan, *character: karl berg (dropped), *character: terra branford, @location: jannati city (general), ~thread: abandon |
WHO: Terra Branford and OPEN (multiple threads if y'all want up in this~)
WHEN: Week 7, late Thursday afternoon
WHERE: Jannati City
WHAT: Terra has permission to go into the city for a few hours to get some reading material! Please hit up this amnesiac half-fae and help her learn all the things!
RATING: I assume low, but TBD? Depends on who she runs into.
STATUS: OPEN, Incomplete
A part of Terra was fearful to be venturing into the city proper on her own, but she tried her hardest not to let that show. Fear was weakness, after all, and she wasn't to be made weak. Not before anyone else, and most certainly not in front of her master. While neither Thanatos nor her fellow slave, Chessa, was present and with the young, half-fae, she kept reminding herself that she couldn't look as tentative and lost as she truly felt. She wasn't used to so many people, having gotten quite accustomed to only those who lived at her master's estate. Here there were people milling about, walking up and down the streets with purpose in their eyes and their steps. She felt like the only one lacking purpose as she watched them all pass her by.
A book store. That was her temporary purpose. She remembered so little of the world that it had been the best excuse she could muster when asking her master for permission to go to town. Chessa's success in her request had planted the idea in the young fae's mind, and now she was here, one of the crowd and drinking in the bustle of a city in the late afternoon with wide eyes that were perhaps both a bit fearful and curious at the same time. With time to spare, Terra took a seat on a bench, content to simply people watch a little bit before she resumed her search for a book shop. The more she observed, the less fearful she became as the fascination and curiosity overtook any remaining sense of hesitation.