WHO Ayla and OTA WHAT Arriving WHEN Monday morning WHERE A clearing somewhere WARNINGS TBD but probably none STATUS Open | Incomplete
Ayla's golden eyelashes fluttered as her eyes blinked rapidly. She was lying on grass, she could feel it beneath her bare legs. All she could see above her was a cloudless blue sky. She pulled herself into a sitting position, working her fingers against one eye to clear the sleep from it. She wore a leather wrap, tied at the waist with some leather thongs. It was clear that it was well made, even for as crude a garment as it was. It kept her covered at least. Her blond hair was plaited into many long braids that hung down her back. She realized that there was an unfamiliar weight on her wrist and she glanced down at the bracelet that was secured around it.
She remembered agreeing to travel to this place, but she had thought that Jondalar was coming along with her, and as she looked around, he was nowhere in sight. Her brows furrowed as she got to her feet. Her travel pack was on the grass next to where she had been lying, and she leaned down to pick it up and throw it over her shoulder. She finally took a moment to look at her surroundings, really look at them. It was so green. She couldn't remember a time she'd ever seen so much green. The land she had come from had been beautiful to her, but this was beyond anything she'd ever seen before. She walked toward the flora and fauna, fingering the green leaves of bushes and leaning down to smell flowers. A lot of them were unfamiliar to her, but there were some she recognized and that brought a measure of relief.
Although she could have spent hours examining the foliage around her, it felt imperative that she find other people. For so long she had lived with people who did not look like her and could not make sounds like her, and then she had found Jondalar and he had planned to take her back to his home where there were many more people like her. And now, it seemed, she was alone again once more.