Doreah (from_lys) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2011-12-26 20:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | andy gallagher, doreah |
Who: Doreah, open!
What: Doreah is just arriving through the seal
Where: Downtown Lawrence
When: Early evening
Once the wine merchant had been exposed as the assassin he truly was the entire market was swept into chaos. A few pursued the man while most others just stopped to stare and gawk at the spectacle. Doreah remained close to the Khaleesi, leaving the capture of the man up to those who were more able. It was odd what happened next. It seemed as if her foot had caught itself on a root or a stone and as she stumbled she was overcome with dizziness. She took a slight tumble, awkwardly grasping around her for a helping hand to clutch onto, but found nothing to grab onto. She tried to cushion her fall with her arms and hands, but when her hands met the ground she did not feel hard soil or a paved, dry road. Instead she found that she was seated on grass, frosted just slightly from cold weather.
Doreah shifted into a seated position on the ground, then slowly lifted herself to her feet so that she might get a better look at her strange, new surroundings. This was no marketplace, though people buzzed around as they might in such a place. There were even a few vendors here and there peddling what smelled like food Doreah was not familiar with. She also caught sight of the garb these passersby wore. It was different from the durable clothing she wore during the time with the khalasar, different from the sheer silks she had worn when she had worked in the pleasure house in Lys. She became aware of the reasons why these people wore layers of thick fabrics - It was the weather. This place was colder than any place Doreah had traveled through and soon she began to shiver.
She took slow, hesitant steps as she tried to let her surroundings sink in. She only caught snippets of conversation and there were words dropped here and there that she did not recognize, but it seemed to be the common tongue. Doreah was grateful that she might, at least, speak the same language as all of the strange people.
Her gaze settled on a nearby doorway. There was a smell, strange and yet also appealing, and warmth radiating from the entrance. Doreah meandered through the crowd to step inside and perhaps find some answers.