Characters: Cissnei and You!
Location: Near her current lodgings.
Time: Dusk.
Style: I'm starting in third, but I don't mind action logging.
Status: Open
There was only so much ground the Turk could cover before needing a rest. With each step she took, Cissnei came to understand that she wasn't leaving this place anytime soon. That meant she had to figure out why she had been brought here in the first place. Thus, leaning her back against one of the shops, the Turk took a deep, steadying breath and tried to make sense of her thoughts.
If Genesis and Sephiroth can't get out of here then I don't stand a chance.
Scanning the immediate area, Rekka clutched tightly in her hand, she stepped away from the building and walked briskly to her "lodgings". The natives of Vatheon were strangely helpful. The Turk had almost refused them when they had offered her a home right off the bat. But, now, she realized how very much she needed a bed. (Somewhere to take a shower wouldn't go amiss either. The water that her soaked her clothes upon arrival wasn't the most attractive scent in the world.)
Trudging towards the building, Cissnei barely stifled a yawn.