Hail be to they of the Forest Gentry
Her heels click on the pavement as she walks, quick short sounds that she rather likes. She’s heading out before the dawn breaks, before the sun rises and leaves her tired. The club closed up well enough on it’s own and she expected Maxwell and the girls to be able to handle themselves. If she was wrong in her assumptions, it wasn’t her problem.
That’s what she tells herself anyway.
The compassion she may or may not feel towards her coworkers isn’t something she tries to think n very often, as it’s not something that becomes an issue much. Besides if it came down to it, they were all hers. Anyone who would care to dispute that would have to deal with Aurora herself and that could get messy.
She turns a corner and reaches the door to the apartments she’s currently staying at. Decent place, not too bad on the rent. She can afford better but the kinds of people you meet in apartments like this amuse her, she likes watching them when she gets the off chance.
She opens the door expecting to walk into the building. Except she doesn’t.
She’s on the street again and she has no idea what just happened.
Looking behind her, she doesn’t see the streets she knew but more streets she didn’t. She turns around once, twice, three times but it’s all the same. This isn’t where she’s supposed to be. A part of her wants to panic, to be afraid because something quite dangerous might bave just happened but another part of her, the larger part, is intrigued.
She slips her hands into the pockets of her coat and starts walking, looking for any signs that might give her a clue as to where she is. She won’t panic just yet, her life isn’t in danger and she’s still confident that there must be some way back.
She will however,, keep her eyes open, study the people around her and maybe take up following one or two. Sure, she could ask what’s happened but this method is much more fun.
That’s what she tells herself anyway.
The compassion she may or may not feel towards her coworkers isn’t something she tries to think n very often, as it’s not something that becomes an issue much. Besides if it came down to it, they were all hers. Anyone who would care to dispute that would have to deal with Aurora herself and that could get messy.
She turns a corner and reaches the door to the apartments she’s currently staying at. Decent place, not too bad on the rent. She can afford better but the kinds of people you meet in apartments like this amuse her, she likes watching them when she gets the off chance.
She opens the door expecting to walk into the building. Except she doesn’t.
She’s on the street again and she has no idea what just happened.
Looking behind her, she doesn’t see the streets she knew but more streets she didn’t. She turns around once, twice, three times but it’s all the same. This isn’t where she’s supposed to be. A part of her wants to panic, to be afraid because something quite dangerous might bave just happened but another part of her, the larger part, is intrigued.
She slips her hands into the pockets of her coat and starts walking, looking for any signs that might give her a clue as to where she is. She won’t panic just yet, her life isn’t in danger and she’s still confident that there must be some way back.
She will however,, keep her eyes open, study the people around her and maybe take up following one or two. Sure, she could ask what’s happened but this method is much more fun.