Though thunder explodes and lightning flash
WHO: Penelo, and Grell Sutcliff, and uh, the Penelo Rescue Brigade
WHAT: Rescuing a distressed baker
WHERE: The outside of the Tavern, near the alleys.
WHEN: Night, Day 139
The night was chilly, without the heat of the sun to retain the heat. House Bunansa was stuffy, dull fires smoldering in the fireplace to keep the injured and broken warm. Penelo had to escape. This world around her had grown dim and crowded around her in a tight vice, crushing her fragile spirit. After she had draped an extra blanket over little Larsa and made sure he was snug, she grabbed her small flat shoes and slid into the night. She didn't take her keys. Only herself, which was all she had left.
On the way down the street, she passed the bakery, tape still on the windows from the most recent break. Penelo couldn't stop her tears. And so the girl wandered down the empty street, crying tears to the stars that would hear her. She wondered if the stars there were the same as Rabanastre's.
Gazing skyward as her little shoes made scuffs on the cobblestone walk, she passed the dim lights of the tavern. Her mind was elsewhere, and her thoughts bubbled. Her steps wandered slightly in a curve.
Something rough and sharp seized around Penelo's supple waist. Her mouth opened to shriek, and inhaled the smell of alcohol and refuse that made her choke.
Rip, shred, tear. Her body was pressed against the cold wall. Penelo couldn't see. She couldn't hear other than pants and grunts. But the smell... The smell took all of her senses. Her body groaned around her. Wet, scratches, dirt. She scraped at her journal before it fell in the mud at her feet.
WHAT: Rescuing a distressed baker
WHERE: The outside of the Tavern, near the alleys.
WHEN: Night, Day 139
The night was chilly, without the heat of the sun to retain the heat. House Bunansa was stuffy, dull fires smoldering in the fireplace to keep the injured and broken warm. Penelo had to escape. This world around her had grown dim and crowded around her in a tight vice, crushing her fragile spirit. After she had draped an extra blanket over little Larsa and made sure he was snug, she grabbed her small flat shoes and slid into the night. She didn't take her keys. Only herself, which was all she had left.
On the way down the street, she passed the bakery, tape still on the windows from the most recent break. Penelo couldn't stop her tears. And so the girl wandered down the empty street, crying tears to the stars that would hear her. She wondered if the stars there were the same as Rabanastre's.
Gazing skyward as her little shoes made scuffs on the cobblestone walk, she passed the dim lights of the tavern. Her mind was elsewhere, and her thoughts bubbled. Her steps wandered slightly in a curve.
Something rough and sharp seized around Penelo's supple waist. Her mouth opened to shriek, and inhaled the smell of alcohol and refuse that made her choke.
Rip, shred, tear. Her body was pressed against the cold wall. Penelo couldn't see. She couldn't hear other than pants and grunts. But the smell... The smell took all of her senses. Her body groaned around her. Wet, scratches, dirt. She scraped at her journal before it fell in the mud at her feet.