Sabev Kimyxa (incendia) wrote in lost_world, @ 2013-05-03 14:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | !status: complete, bo dennis, sabev kimyxa |
Exploration (Open)
The phoenix was a little overwhelmed by everything that Niks had taught her, and that was putting it lightly. There was so much. So many things that were different. But Sabev was a good student, and tucked all of it away neatly. She wouldn't forget. She might get intimidated, or even a little frightened, but she wouldn't forget.
Pleasing to her ears was the fact that apparently water mages didn't exist in this place. Well, maybe not so much this place, but Niks had not really heard of such a thing. They could be here, since here was not a place either of the women knew. Sabev was going to hold onto the notion that they weren't, though. It made her feel a bit better about all of the other things she had to get used to.
Feeling daring, Sabev decided to venture out of the house on her own. To see what this little town held. To meet more people. To do anything, really, other than sit indoors and wait for Niks to come back. She was a phoenix. She was an impressive being of considerable skill and power. There was no reason for her to sit timidly and passively. She was also an adventurer. Had she not left her safe city to see what the world outside of the walls had held? Had she not been through much and come out whole on the other side of it?
Sabev took the little gold key - unlike any key she had ever seen before - and placed it in the little pocket of her strange knee-length pants after checking to make sure she'd worked the lock correctly and the house was secure. It was hard to believe such a small key could turn the tumbler in a lock big enough to restrict access, and yet when she tried the handle, nothing budged.
Niks had warned her of the thing called technology and all the strangeness it would bring. From the carriages - which were cars, to the mirrors that showed human activity - television sets, all of it was of human invention. All of it made to make life easier or more entertaining. Sabev had, once she discovered the house had one, spent a few hours in front of their television, asking Niks to explain just why one thing was entertaining when it didn't seem to be, or where the strange tinny laughter came from when they were the only ones in the room. (Canned tracks were something she still didn't understand)
The day was bright and sunny, but Sabev wore a sweater, knowing that the breeze would have a bite to it. The cold and she did not sit well together. And she knew better than to ramp up her own body temperature. It would draw attention and possibly harm a human.
Her self appointed task was to go to the market and bring back some food for dinner. Surprise Niks. Niks had told her about the grocery store, but it took seeing it for Sabev to really understand what the description had meant. It was like the market, all in one building. Fresh foods, storeable items. Bottles of things. Cans of things. Jars of things. Everywhere. Spread out in front of her in what seemed like absolute endlessness. This much food could feed an army twice over for a week. Or a month!
Sabev's eyes were wide as she looked around. Oh, where would she ever start?