Not where she intended to be...(Intro Post)
The change in landscape was drastic, and that concerned Nyssa. The road that the curly haired woman travelled down had been full of vegetation only moments before. The planet that hosted this war was famous for its vast forests and she wondered if she had simply overlooked the deserts while she had researched the geography. She continued on though, eyes kept straight ahead as she moved a hand to reach for the compass at her hip.
"That's strange." She mused, frowning as she watched the compass's needle. "I haven't gone off course any, but this can't be correct."
And then she shook the notion from her head. "I triple-checked those coordinates; I can't have gotten myself lost." Nyssa walked on; she had a mission to complete. Soldiers would need her medical assistance and the Vanir who had taken up the cause would need Hydromel soon. It didn't help any that her transportation had given out on her several miles before.
Her legs were strong though, and her feet were reliable. She continued through the desert brush with her head held high and the barren surroundings seemed to stretch on forever. Gradually Nyssa became less and less certain of her direction despite the compass she held.
All at once there was a building in the distance and the dark haired woman quickened her pace. It was becoming dark around her and perhaps she could find shelter (and a way to contact the camp). When she had reached the place at last she hesitated at the door before pulling it open and stepping inside.
"Hello…?" She called, softly.
"That's strange." She mused, frowning as she watched the compass's needle. "I haven't gone off course any, but this can't be correct."
And then she shook the notion from her head. "I triple-checked those coordinates; I can't have gotten myself lost." Nyssa walked on; she had a mission to complete. Soldiers would need her medical assistance and the Vanir who had taken up the cause would need Hydromel soon. It didn't help any that her transportation had given out on her several miles before.
Her legs were strong though, and her feet were reliable. She continued through the desert brush with her head held high and the barren surroundings seemed to stretch on forever. Gradually Nyssa became less and less certain of her direction despite the compass she held.
All at once there was a building in the distance and the dark haired woman quickened her pace. It was becoming dark around her and perhaps she could find shelter (and a way to contact the camp). When she had reached the place at last she hesitated at the door before pulling it open and stepping inside.
"Hello…?" She called, softly.