Awakening [Complete]
Character(s): Yorda
Content: Yorda enters Paixao
Setting: Joutenheim Gate
Time: Early morning
Warnings: None yet
It had been dark, when last Yorda had opened her eyes. Darker than the shadowed shroud that constantly surrounded her mother (and not even Yorda knew what her name had been or if she had ever taken a form like Yorda's). And now there was... light. Yorda stood up, walking in slow, graceful steps to the gate, looking curiously at the things that were carelessly shoved into her hands. "Welcome to Paixao," the woman at the gate said, "Name please."
"Who are you?" Yorda inquired, ignoring the question for the time being. She poked the woman curiously on the cheek, reaching out to stroke her hair to see if it was real. The guard looked at her as though she were insane and ushered her inside the strange, domed place, forcing Yorda to hang on tightly to the materials she was given in order to avoid dropping them. She looked around her in awe; there was destruction, and Yorda couldn't understand why. People with odd yellow hair like the guard's had been, blue eyes and blank faces were staring at a few strangely void areas, but they didn't seem too concerned. Perhaps it was some kind of ceremony, or maybe they were waiting for something. Those things, however, didn't particularly concern Yorda for the moment.
Perhaps the boy who saved her, who had been horned until he faced Yorda's mother, was here. Yorda looked for him as she stepped delicately around people, unused to seeing so many. Was this what the outside world was like?
Content: Yorda enters Paixao
Setting: Joutenheim Gate
Time: Early morning
Warnings: None yet
It had been dark, when last Yorda had opened her eyes. Darker than the shadowed shroud that constantly surrounded her mother (and not even Yorda knew what her name had been or if she had ever taken a form like Yorda's). And now there was... light. Yorda stood up, walking in slow, graceful steps to the gate, looking curiously at the things that were carelessly shoved into her hands. "Welcome to Paixao," the woman at the gate said, "Name please."
"Who are you?" Yorda inquired, ignoring the question for the time being. She poked the woman curiously on the cheek, reaching out to stroke her hair to see if it was real. The guard looked at her as though she were insane and ushered her inside the strange, domed place, forcing Yorda to hang on tightly to the materials she was given in order to avoid dropping them. She looked around her in awe; there was destruction, and Yorda couldn't understand why. People with odd yellow hair like the guard's had been, blue eyes and blank faces were staring at a few strangely void areas, but they didn't seem too concerned. Perhaps it was some kind of ceremony, or maybe they were waiting for something. Those things, however, didn't particularly concern Yorda for the moment.
Perhaps the boy who saved her, who had been horned until he faced Yorda's mother, was here. Yorda looked for him as she stepped delicately around people, unused to seeing so many. Was this what the outside world was like?