Re-entry [OPEN]

[birdwhoseeks]

Characters: Gwendolyn
Time period: Middle Ages
Location: Outside the Magic Cave
Time of day: Late Afternoon
Content: Gwendolyn arrives in the Middle Ages, a little worse for the wear.
Warnings: Bruises and broken weaponry.

Comments

[timecircuitsnpc]

'Someone' didn't seem too likely, or at least not right then. On the other hand, there was at least something that looked like it could point her in the right direction.

Just a stone throw away, if that, was a path. It wasn't particularly impressive, or even paved, but it did seem well used. Even though it was mainly a strip of dirt, it was still wide enough to easily walk on, and not overgrown with weeds or anything similar. It also stretched away from the cave, and hopefully towards some sort of non-hostile civilization.

[birdwhoseeks]

Once she'd gathered herself, Gwendolyn noticed the path in question. She figured she was more likely to find someone who might give her information - and maybe food! - along said path than inside the cave, and less likely to run into something too daunting to face with just one buckler and a pyramid which might hurt when thrown.

Figuring the sun would set in a few hours, she decided to follow the path in the northwest direction. Walking down the trail should also ease the numbness remaining on some parts of her body, thought she.

[timecircuitsnpc]

Taking the path also had the added plus of providing interesting scenery, and quite a few hints that wherever she was, it wasn't anything like that labyrinth of steel or the primeval jungle from before.

There was, however, lots of pastoral country side around, and a few mountains thrown in for good measure. And, just beyond the green was a long patch of sand, which hinted at desert and looked almost as inhospitable as the blasted lands of Valentine.

...There also may or may not have been a tree planting automaton visible, from where she walked.

The town appeared once the sun started to sink towards the horizon. The roofs that poked above the horizon were distinctly different from those simple huts from before; more materials went into them, and the craftsmanship on the buildings was definitely more advanced, just from a glance

[birdwhoseeks]

She did indeed notice the changes; as a matter of fact, the scenery looked quite reminiscent of Erion, though the distant patch of sand didn't seem to have any ruins on it.

...She didn't see any tree-planting automatons, but as she was currently not well disposed towards machines, that should be all for the best.

As Gwendolyn approached the town, she took notice of the people and the way some were looking at her. Though she had the presence of mind to fold her wings back into her dress, it was obvious that she still looked different from the locals. Regardless, she should attempt to start a conversation - one of them might be friendly, after all.

She hailed one of the villagers: "Good evening," she said.