The Wandering Bride
Who: Anthy and any masses milling about
Where: On the edges of the 1st and 5th districts of Somni, in view of the castle ruins
Style: First preferred, though I can adapt!
Status: Super-open, feel free to poke her.
[The girl is standing, her hands folded before her, staring, transfixed, at the wreck that had plummeted into the sands. Not eternal, a broken miracle, which no longer shone ... an illusion. Just like another she knows.
Her face is impassive, oddly unmoved. Her eyes almost seem to look through the chaos. Perhaps she is thinking of the tarot card that so resembles this disaster. Perhaps she is thinking of the roses that she will plant in the coming days.
Perhaps she is lost in a memory.]
Where: On the edges of the 1st and 5th districts of Somni, in view of the castle ruins
Style: First preferred, though I can adapt!
Status: Super-open, feel free to poke her.
[The girl is standing, her hands folded before her, staring, transfixed, at the wreck that had plummeted into the sands. Not eternal, a broken miracle, which no longer shone ... an illusion. Just like another she knows.
Her face is impassive, oddly unmoved. Her eyes almost seem to look through the chaos. Perhaps she is thinking of the tarot card that so resembles this disaster. Perhaps she is thinking of the roses that she will plant in the coming days.
Perhaps she is lost in a memory.]