A Brief Stop On An Endless Journey
All she carries is a patchwork dufflebag on her back and an old black umbrella, the kind that should be hanging on the arm of some upstanding British gentleman, not a flighty-looking young American. Her hair is loose and untamed; it falls somewhere between waves and curls before giving up and doing what it pleases. Grass stains and dust stain the edges of her silvery-blue summer dress, and her feet are bare, but she does not seem to mind it in the least.
She walks down the side of the road in careful, measured steps, counting each one as she goes. When she reaches 19,455 she stops. Her warm brown eyes take in the scenery around her, and with a satisfied smile she puts down her bag.
"This will do just fine," she whispers to the world. "I've got a good feeling about this place, wherever it is." And with that she floats down to the ground, opens her bag, and takes out an assortment of items. A huge square of plush red velvet the size of a rug (worn down and threadbare in many spots), a brown corked jug, a large bowl made of bronze, a wand-shaped crystal, and a flute made of bone. She set everything up right there on the roadside, and when it was all set up to her liking, she took out a small wooden sign that boldly proclaimed "Grasp The Future!" and plopped it where it could be easily seen.
She picked up her flute and played a soft, melodic tune as she waited for her first customer.
[[Hello everyone. This is my first post in something like this, so I hope I'm doing everything correctly. This is a character that has been haunting me for some time, so I wanted to give her a "test run". ]]
She walks down the side of the road in careful, measured steps, counting each one as she goes. When she reaches 19,455 she stops. Her warm brown eyes take in the scenery around her, and with a satisfied smile she puts down her bag.
"This will do just fine," she whispers to the world. "I've got a good feeling about this place, wherever it is." And with that she floats down to the ground, opens her bag, and takes out an assortment of items. A huge square of plush red velvet the size of a rug (worn down and threadbare in many spots), a brown corked jug, a large bowl made of bronze, a wand-shaped crystal, and a flute made of bone. She set everything up right there on the roadside, and when it was all set up to her liking, she took out a small wooden sign that boldly proclaimed "Grasp The Future!" and plopped it where it could be easily seen.
She picked up her flute and played a soft, melodic tune as she waited for her first customer.
[[Hello everyone. This is my first post in something like this, so I hope I'm doing everything correctly. This is a character that has been haunting me for some time, so I wanted to give her a "test run". ]]