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[There are walls to this town, places you can't walk past, edges that prevent you from going any further. Roshia is standing there, at the visible edge of the town, inches away from where the warp happens. She makes a (surprisingly enough unintentionally) somewhat impressive figure, wearing fur coat and hat and blood-red gloves, despite the fact that it's too warm for them. The former Soviet Union is glaring out at the world outside the boundaries of Mayfield.
Trapped. She's known it ever since she came here, understood mentally that they were trapped in this town and couldn't leave. But now? Now she wanted to, needed to leave. To start walking and never stop. After Hello Miffy, after her own regain (and one hand is in the pocket of her coat, gloved fingers closed firmly around a battered and torn piece of paper) she needed to move, to walk, to go somewhere away from this place.
And she couldn't.]
Trapped. She's known it ever since she came here, understood mentally that they were trapped in this town and couldn't leave. But now? Now she wanted to, needed to leave. To start walking and never stop. After Hello Miffy, after her own regain (and one hand is in the pocket of her coat, gloved fingers closed firmly around a battered and torn piece of paper) she needed to move, to walk, to go somewhere away from this place.
And she couldn't.]