The dark was hers now and so she stretched her senses out into it. Voices assailed her immediately, all in a language she did not rightfully know. It did, indeed, sound familiar...but she couldn't place it. Not Thedosian, not Sheatrian. Nothing of worlds she'd been to.
The shadows took her out into a different alley, where she paused to listen again. Children were nearby and speaking. She could hear the gruffer tones of workers, still speaking in tones she could not quite hear. There was the distinct sound of bartering. She followed that and finally came out in yet another street, where her form coalesced into something human-like again. And here, hair unbound, she began walking.
It was not unlike Emorr here. It was busy and loud, and kept her suitably distracted as she wound her way around the market. She looked a bit lost, wide-eyed, wondering if she was dreaming rather than elsewhere. Nothing looked familiar.
A woman offered her a few flowers. Again, not in any language she knew. She ducked her head and held up a hand and kept moving. "Sorry," she whispered, quickly moving.
In the distance, she could see the palace, and moved in that direction to use it as a beacon. If she could get atop a roof, she could get a better grasp of how big the city was. Perhaps she was simply elsewhere in Asora. Cassian's disconcerted whispers, however, said they were not.
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The shadows took her out into a different alley, where she paused to listen again. Children were nearby and speaking. She could hear the gruffer tones of workers, still speaking in tones she could not quite hear. There was the distinct sound of bartering. She followed that and finally came out in yet another street, where her form coalesced into something human-like again. And here, hair unbound, she began walking.
It was not unlike Emorr here. It was busy and loud, and kept her suitably distracted as she wound her way around the market. She looked a bit lost, wide-eyed, wondering if she was dreaming rather than elsewhere. Nothing looked familiar.
A woman offered her a few flowers. Again, not in any language she knew. She ducked her head and held up a hand and kept moving. "Sorry," she whispered, quickly moving.
In the distance, she could see the palace, and moved in that direction to use it as a beacon. If she could get atop a roof, she could get a better grasp of how big the city was. Perhaps she was simply elsewhere in Asora. Cassian's disconcerted whispers, however, said they were not.