Writer's Block Meme
Day Three (the day it becomes clear this small tale has run away without me)
He plucked the necklace out of a pile on the seller's table, untangling the chain from several others very carefully. It caught his eye amid the jumble of baubles not because it was the most rare or unique, but because it reminded him of something. Of someone. Frowning, he looked down at the small charm dangling from the half-tarnished silver chain. It was a bit of ivory upon which some untalented hand had scratched out a rough butterfly. The effect, he guessed, was meant to be charming and rustic, but it fell far short - the necklace was only interesting because it resonated within the Doctor's mind.
A rough voice broke into his reverie. "Gunna buy 'at, er jus' gawk at it?"
The Doctor reached into a pocket thoughtlessly and dug out some mixture of currency he guessed would go far in overpaying the impatient merchant, most of which was from other worlds or so old, it was worth three times its original value on this outpost planet. The gruff seller made no remark, however, simply pocketing the coins and turning from the Doctor and leaving him in peace.
He didn't have much time, however, and he hurried through the burgeoning crowd toward the city's oldest district. He shoved the necklace into his trousers pocket as he went, half-forgetting the trinket in his preoccupation.
Two days prior, he'd turned up on the planet through no direction of his own - or at least, that's how it seemed to him. He was standing in the console room, lost in thought, feeling like he'd only just... missed something. Had he been anyone else, he'd have put it down to old age - he'd never been one for walking into a room and forgetting why he'd gone there - but that couldn't be it. The Doctor, though, wasn't one to ignore such a blatant invitation to adventure, so he stepped out of the TARDIS and set about looking around.
Almost immediately, he'd felt a compelling sense of familiarity, though he could only name the place by its place in the stars.
And yeah, I sort of cheated on the paragraphs, but something is taking shape, eh?
He plucked the necklace out of a pile on the seller's table, untangling the chain from several others very carefully. It caught his eye amid the jumble of baubles not because it was the most rare or unique, but because it reminded him of something. Of someone. Frowning, he looked down at the small charm dangling from the half-tarnished silver chain. It was a bit of ivory upon which some untalented hand had scratched out a rough butterfly. The effect, he guessed, was meant to be charming and rustic, but it fell far short - the necklace was only interesting because it resonated within the Doctor's mind.
A rough voice broke into his reverie. "Gunna buy 'at, er jus' gawk at it?"
The Doctor reached into a pocket thoughtlessly and dug out some mixture of currency he guessed would go far in overpaying the impatient merchant, most of which was from other worlds or so old, it was worth three times its original value on this outpost planet. The gruff seller made no remark, however, simply pocketing the coins and turning from the Doctor and leaving him in peace.
He didn't have much time, however, and he hurried through the burgeoning crowd toward the city's oldest district. He shoved the necklace into his trousers pocket as he went, half-forgetting the trinket in his preoccupation.
Two days prior, he'd turned up on the planet through no direction of his own - or at least, that's how it seemed to him. He was standing in the console room, lost in thought, feeling like he'd only just... missed something. Had he been anyone else, he'd have put it down to old age - he'd never been one for walking into a room and forgetting why he'd gone there - but that couldn't be it. The Doctor, though, wasn't one to ignore such a blatant invitation to adventure, so he stepped out of the TARDIS and set about looking around.
Almost immediately, he'd felt a compelling sense of familiarity, though he could only name the place by its place in the stars.
And yeah, I sort of cheated on the paragraphs, but something is taking shape, eh?