The Causeway, Friday Afternoon
"Okay, I could have planned this better."
Verity stared up at the staircases and tiny streets that made her new home, her luggage in a small circle by her feet. She hadn't brought much with her--most of her belongings were being shipped to her once she found a place to live--but she definitely had enough to make hauling it all a pain. Especially the oversized Barbie Dream House that was nearly as tall as she was--and the colony of Aeslin mice that made it their home. At least they were still tucked away in their travel valise with a thick wedge of cherry tart and a couple of mini Babybel wheels. They were celebrating the sacred Rite Of Moving with the traditional cheese and cake and had been relatively quiet. Which Verity appreciated, as moving was difficult enough without having to try to explain a valise that was yelling "HAIL!" every few minutes.
After a moment of debate when she realized that, no, she couldn't just decide to camp out in this spot for the next year and another one when she also decided she couldn't just ditch her stuff and go exploring (from what she could see of the rooftops, this place looked amazing for free-running), Verity started organizing her belongings, trying to figure out how to combine them into the fewest trips.
"Hail to the move!" the valise squeaked. The shook as a number of voices returned, "HAIL!"
Verity pinched the bridge of her nose. She needed coffee to handle this.
Verity stared up at the staircases and tiny streets that made her new home, her luggage in a small circle by her feet. She hadn't brought much with her--most of her belongings were being shipped to her once she found a place to live--but she definitely had enough to make hauling it all a pain. Especially the oversized Barbie Dream House that was nearly as tall as she was--and the colony of Aeslin mice that made it their home. At least they were still tucked away in their travel valise with a thick wedge of cherry tart and a couple of mini Babybel wheels. They were celebrating the sacred Rite Of Moving with the traditional cheese and cake and had been relatively quiet. Which Verity appreciated, as moving was difficult enough without having to try to explain a valise that was yelling "HAIL!" every few minutes.
After a moment of debate when she realized that, no, she couldn't just decide to camp out in this spot for the next year and another one when she also decided she couldn't just ditch her stuff and go exploring (from what she could see of the rooftops, this place looked amazing for free-running), Verity started organizing her belongings, trying to figure out how to combine them into the fewest trips.
"Hail to the move!" the valise squeaked. The shook as a number of voices returned, "HAIL!"
Verity pinched the bridge of her nose. She needed coffee to handle this.