Sep 06, 2009 00:32
[Soft-spoken and a bit dazed.]
My head...hurts....
[Pause.]
At least this area around me is peaceful. It's almost as though the world hadn't ended.....
[Terra's at the lakeshore (the larger lake), peering around in confusion. The area around her is tranquil, yet that doesn't seem to relax her in the slightest. If her mannerisms don't label her as a New Feather, the folded sundress she placed next to her after changing into her old clothes should do it. She gets to her feet again and picks up the dress as well, tucking it under an arm. There's a pause as she glances around, uncertain where to go next. The journal isn't noticed, yet.]
new feather,
about that apocalypse....,
wings?,
confused,
this is new