Ella (cindergirl) wrote in themandalay, @ 2017-09-09 18:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | !plot, cinderella, robb stark |
WHO: Ella and Robb Stark
WHAT: Waking up in New Vegas
WHEN: 9th September, Morning
WHERE: Bunkhouse in the Mormon Fort
WARNINGS: None
RATING | STATUS: TBD | In Progress
Ella had quickly been getting used to hard conditions at home. A brief holiday in the strange, but luxurious oasis she'd found herself in had been a lovely respite, but not one she had any hope of keeping. Nor desire, truly. She wanted to go home, though it was home in name only these days. So much of her happiness lived in those walls, it was difficult to consider a life that was not lived within them. Yet, even with such strangeness in her life these past few weeks, she could have had no hope of being prepared to awake in such a harsh, unfamiliar place.
Unfamiliar to her at least. As Ella left the small tent she'd found herself in, self conscious in the clothes she had on even as she slept, mens pants and a tight fitting shirt that buttoned down the front rather than the back, she was greeted with friendly, open smiles and hellos. Everyone seemed to know her, and she could not fathom how. The place seemed to be a hospital of sorts. Other tents were clearly filled with the sick or injured, while still more seemed to house people like herself. Able bodied and friendly, rising for the day to tend to their charges. Lost as she was, she felt a strange sense of relief that at least she was among good people. But she did not know them.
Turning, she searched for some sense of familiarity, some face she had seen before. But it wasn't a familiar face she saw, exactly. Merely, a face she knew to belong to a friend, or at least a potential friend. She'd never seen the large direwolf in person, but he had been described to her. Ella felt so much more able to connect with animals than people in these strange places. Animals were always the same. She rushed forward, heedless of the potential danger of approaching such a large predator, hoping the kind man she'd spoken to with the little box was the man that stood at its side, and that he might help her.