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discedo_logs2010-03-28 02:26 pm
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Who: Lady Amalthea and OPEN.
Where: Outside of the Church.
When: Sunday Afternoon.
Rating: TBD.
Summary: The Lady is taking her first steps outside since her arrival in Discedo.
the log:
The door of the Church creaked open, revealing the fragile form of a young woman. She nearly looked like she was glowing, but surely that was a trick of the light. Her white hair and porcelain skin were enough to catch even the smallest hint of the light and reflect it like a beacon. One could only imagine how impressive the Lady must have been when she was in her unicorn form.
Gathering her lilac skirt into her hands, she stepped out into the street, purple eyes surveying Discedo warily. She had been a prisoner far too many times. She had no intention of being captured again.
Taking a deep breath, she walked as gracefully as she could manage down one of the closest alleyways. Amalthea kept track of her position in relation to the Church. That was her home for now, after all. She needed to know how to get back to it after her exploration of the city.
This place is sad. She couldn't help but think, closing her eyes solemnly as she stepped lightly around a corner. Her white curls trailed behind her before falling in an effortless grace against her back.
Where are the plants? Where are the animals? Why is everything dead?
Answering those questions was impossible at this point. Amalthea wasn't even sure what a scientist was, but that was part of the reason she had decided to venture out at last.
"Hello?" she called, pausing for a moment.
Where: Outside of the Church.
When: Sunday Afternoon.
Rating: TBD.
Summary: The Lady is taking her first steps outside since her arrival in Discedo.
the log:
The door of the Church creaked open, revealing the fragile form of a young woman. She nearly looked like she was glowing, but surely that was a trick of the light. Her white hair and porcelain skin were enough to catch even the smallest hint of the light and reflect it like a beacon. One could only imagine how impressive the Lady must have been when she was in her unicorn form.
Gathering her lilac skirt into her hands, she stepped out into the street, purple eyes surveying Discedo warily. She had been a prisoner far too many times. She had no intention of being captured again.
Taking a deep breath, she walked as gracefully as she could manage down one of the closest alleyways. Amalthea kept track of her position in relation to the Church. That was her home for now, after all. She needed to know how to get back to it after her exploration of the city.
This place is sad. She couldn't help but think, closing her eyes solemnly as she stepped lightly around a corner. Her white curls trailed behind her before falling in an effortless grace against her back.
Where are the plants? Where are the animals? Why is everything dead?
Answering those questions was impossible at this point. Amalthea wasn't even sure what a scientist was, but that was part of the reason she had decided to venture out at last.
"Hello?" she called, pausing for a moment.