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Who: YOU, a visitor.
When: Day 32, early morning.
Where: The road into town.
What: A most peculiar woman wanders down the street.
Rating: TBA
The breeze was weak, and had been that of late. Though it was easily ignored, especially in light of more pressing issues gripping the town, did not mean that it was not there. It's fingers snatched at clothing, letting edges and corners float in it's path, and it slithered with the cold into the openings it created. Still, a woman, slender and of average height and a slight frame, walked the road into town. She wore loose flowing robes of simply-cut, fine white linen. Neither the wide sleeves nor the flowing skirt seemed the sort to break that wind. But she did not shiver. Even with sun-bronzed skin exposed to the air on hands and face, she didn't seem at all bothered by the light chill of the air.
She merely walked absently down the road. Dark eyes did not meander, fixed instead on the pavement ahead of her, even as loose black hair caught on the breeze as well. There was neither purpose to her strides nor the aimless drift of one lost. She only walked.
When: Day 32, early morning.
Where: The road into town.
What: A most peculiar woman wanders down the street.
Rating: TBA
The breeze was weak, and had been that of late. Though it was easily ignored, especially in light of more pressing issues gripping the town, did not mean that it was not there. It's fingers snatched at clothing, letting edges and corners float in it's path, and it slithered with the cold into the openings it created. Still, a woman, slender and of average height and a slight frame, walked the road into town. She wore loose flowing robes of simply-cut, fine white linen. Neither the wide sleeves nor the flowing skirt seemed the sort to break that wind. But she did not shiver. Even with sun-bronzed skin exposed to the air on hands and face, she didn't seem at all bothered by the light chill of the air.
She merely walked absently down the road. Dark eyes did not meander, fixed instead on the pavement ahead of her, even as loose black hair caught on the breeze as well. There was neither purpose to her strides nor the aimless drift of one lost. She only walked.