angharad_of_lux (angharad_of_lux) wrote in birthrightrpg, @ 2021-02-23 00:27:00 |
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Stepping out - Open
It was time.
Between the work of designing and refining the new entrances to 'Lux' and putting in place the appropriate wards, Angharad had been taking her own sweet time, whatever concept of it she was deigning to use in this age, to reach out to the 'neighbours'. But now was the right time.
Ever since the Samhain celebration she had been allowing the original entrance in Las Vegas to remain open for those who required time in Lux. And now she had finished the new openings, each in a different location, each available to access the venue when she felt like it.
Stepping out of her 'home' here in this realm was something she did from time to time, not very often, but when the feeling overcame her. More of her time of recent had been spent in the Faere world, seeing to Finn and his settling in there, visiting him and helping him find the companions he needed to teach him about himself.
So when she stepped through the door onto the pavement of the streets of Las Vegas it was a slight shock that washed over her. The iron in buildings, vehicles, all around her was stronger than she expected. Large sunglasses adorned her face, and she wore a white singlet beneath what looked like a denim jacket and jeans. She adjusted her sunnies, looked along the street and set out at a steady but comfortable pace.
It had been a long time since she'd been in this world, and the changes were at times a little surprising, and others, a little saddening. So many faces she saw wore masks, so many hiding behind an appearance of a stoic but mundane existence, whiles others, whose mask protected their true type, imitated the same, to fit in.
As she passed by shop fronts, cafes, malls, and hotels the other thing that struck her was how many species were here, in this city. In all her time in this realm she had discovered so many species, some meaning no harm, some bent on destruction, but never in such high concentrations as she observed in her exploration this time. Shape shifters, spirits, pixies, nymphs, those from other realms with auras that showed their 'difference', and others. And as the sun sank behind the glittery fountains of electronically controlled water the numbers grew. The night dwellers, those whose very existence was threatened by the burn of the sun, or the glare of that revealing light, started to join the crowds on the sidewalks and malls. Blending in, hiding in plain sight.
And there were those who hunted them. They too were there. She perched for a while on a wooden seat, watching the movement, the swell and passing of waves of pedestrians, some walking past others of those they would hold as sworn enemies, except for their inability to 'see' them. A few had the 'sense', the ability to feel when another was not of their own kind, was of another walk of existence, but in a crowd as large and varied as this it was impossible for them to target a specific individual. So the two walked past as if neither was interested in the other. Because they weren't.
It was much later, after she had spent time in a pleasant grove she managed to find on what they called a golf course, that she felt she had had her fill for the time being. She stepped out onto the footpath and turned naturally toward 'home'.