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Characters: Elmina (mustbemissing) and anyone!
Setting/Location: Sleepywoods District 1.
Date & Time: Day 0, afternoon.
Warnings: none.
Summary: Elmina tries to fly. It isn't working out well for her.
Elmina couldn't honestly say she'd experienced anything like this before. She'd never gone somewhere on her own unprepared. When she had first descended to the human world, she had known exactly what she was doing; there had been some mild culture shock, but nothing that she couldn't adapt to, especially with the guidance of the other girls. (She stared at the Junogam in her lap as she sat on the bed, endlessly contemplating sending out a message, asking after Glenda, or Cocoloo, or Beth-they had been together, so why were they now apart?-but no, no, they were strong girls, and so was Elmina, they could survive on their own until they met up, and this was not the time for weakness, it would not do to be weak-)
Preparation, that was it, that was what she needed. And despite her diligent reading of the Way-Warrant's message, and her conversations with some of the other strangers cast into a strange world, she did not yet feel prepared. Well, of course, sitting in an inn all day wasn't going to get her anywhere. It was time to face reality.
She stepped out of the inn and unfurled her wings, almost without thinking. The village was certainly a sight, but surely it would be much more impressive from above, and she would have a much clearer and more complete picture of the situation. She flapped her wings once, twice, and-tripped.
What? she thought, helplessly, before cooling her head. There was no need to panic. She had disappeared entirely from one world and reformed in another; it was only natural that she would need some time to get used to her physical form once again. She stretched her wings to their full breadth, took a deep breath, and calmly tried to alight once again. ...Nothing.
Again. Again. Again. She became less calm and more quietly desperate, flapping like an injured bird. At last she stumbled to her knees, the reality sinking in.
"Why..." she murmured, to herself more than anything.
Setting/Location: Sleepywoods District 1.
Date & Time: Day 0, afternoon.
Warnings: none.
Summary: Elmina tries to fly. It isn't working out well for her.
Elmina couldn't honestly say she'd experienced anything like this before. She'd never gone somewhere on her own unprepared. When she had first descended to the human world, she had known exactly what she was doing; there had been some mild culture shock, but nothing that she couldn't adapt to, especially with the guidance of the other girls. (She stared at the Junogam in her lap as she sat on the bed, endlessly contemplating sending out a message, asking after Glenda, or Cocoloo, or Beth-they had been together, so why were they now apart?-but no, no, they were strong girls, and so was Elmina, they could survive on their own until they met up, and this was not the time for weakness, it would not do to be weak-)
Preparation, that was it, that was what she needed. And despite her diligent reading of the Way-Warrant's message, and her conversations with some of the other strangers cast into a strange world, she did not yet feel prepared. Well, of course, sitting in an inn all day wasn't going to get her anywhere. It was time to face reality.
She stepped out of the inn and unfurled her wings, almost without thinking. The village was certainly a sight, but surely it would be much more impressive from above, and she would have a much clearer and more complete picture of the situation. She flapped her wings once, twice, and-tripped.
What? she thought, helplessly, before cooling her head. There was no need to panic. She had disappeared entirely from one world and reformed in another; it was only natural that she would need some time to get used to her physical form once again. She stretched her wings to their full breadth, took a deep breath, and calmly tried to alight once again. ...Nothing.
Again. Again. Again. She became less calm and more quietly desperate, flapping like an injured bird. At last she stumbled to her knees, the reality sinking in.
"Why..." she murmured, to herself more than anything.