Post by Aegle Vitus on Jan 30, 2019 6:01:12 GMT
Aegle stared at the scroll and the scroll stared back, its face blank, dead eyed as an Atlesian knight. The timing really couldn't have been better. Two days, its charge had lasted, and it picked the evening that Aegle got lost to finally run out of juice. There was something cosmically absurd about it, so perfectly comical that the twisted girl couldn't help but smile. Closing her scroll, she looked up to the sky above, gone yellow and purple as a fresh bruise. No clouds; It was going to be cold tonight.
Running her fingers back through her air, Aegle's smile twitched up into a full grin, her amusement deepening. She wondered absently whether she had remembered to pick up fresh power cells for her brace. She patted down her pockets with her free hand, without much hope of finding anything. Eyes sliding down from the black-eye sky, Aegle looked to the buildings to either side. None of them looked all that familiar, though that wasn't such a huge surprise, given that she'd only been in Vale for a couple of weeks. It was hardly enough time to have seen the whole city. Her fingers raked at the coarse stubble at the base of her neck, restless. She should probably figure something out soon, or else she would be wandering about in the dark and the cold. The prospect wasn't so unappealing, but Aegle still recognized it as better avoided. The last thing she needed was a panicked vid from her mother or, Gods forbid, her father, asking why she had been wandering around the city after dark.
She'd only barely convinced them to let her go to Beacon...
Looking down the street, Aegle made up her mind. She would just have to retrace her steps. She turned and looked up the street, then looked back down, then to the alleys on either side, trying to remember which direction she'd come from...
Say one thing for Aegle Vitus, say that she was well and truly lost. The City was like a whole other world at night. By day, Vale was like something out of a picture book, all old buildings hard stone bricks and gentle arches and reliefs. By night, the shadows crawled and spread, filling in the cracks till they painted whole buildings black. Nothing was especially tall, not like in Atlas where anything beneath eight stories was considered 'quaint', but it was all packed so close together that it was really easy to get turned around.
Aegle scraped at the side of her head with her palm, tongue poking at the inside of her cheek, and tried to decide if she'd seen this particular street before. The building across look familiar, just like every other small apartment building on the street. How hard could it be to find the port? It was huge, and constantly had airships flying out of it!
Trying not to think about exactly how long she'd been wandering aimlessly, Aegle decided upon a new tact. She would ask for directions. That decided, she set off down the nondescript street, determined to ask the very first person she saw for help.
Lily Yarrow
Running her fingers back through her air, Aegle's smile twitched up into a full grin, her amusement deepening. She wondered absently whether she had remembered to pick up fresh power cells for her brace. She patted down her pockets with her free hand, without much hope of finding anything. Eyes sliding down from the black-eye sky, Aegle looked to the buildings to either side. None of them looked all that familiar, though that wasn't such a huge surprise, given that she'd only been in Vale for a couple of weeks. It was hardly enough time to have seen the whole city. Her fingers raked at the coarse stubble at the base of her neck, restless. She should probably figure something out soon, or else she would be wandering about in the dark and the cold. The prospect wasn't so unappealing, but Aegle still recognized it as better avoided. The last thing she needed was a panicked vid from her mother or, Gods forbid, her father, asking why she had been wandering around the city after dark.
She'd only barely convinced them to let her go to Beacon...
Looking down the street, Aegle made up her mind. She would just have to retrace her steps. She turned and looked up the street, then looked back down, then to the alleys on either side, trying to remember which direction she'd come from...
Say one thing for Aegle Vitus, say that she was well and truly lost. The City was like a whole other world at night. By day, Vale was like something out of a picture book, all old buildings hard stone bricks and gentle arches and reliefs. By night, the shadows crawled and spread, filling in the cracks till they painted whole buildings black. Nothing was especially tall, not like in Atlas where anything beneath eight stories was considered 'quaint', but it was all packed so close together that it was really easy to get turned around.
Aegle scraped at the side of her head with her palm, tongue poking at the inside of her cheek, and tried to decide if she'd seen this particular street before. The building across look familiar, just like every other small apartment building on the street. How hard could it be to find the port? It was huge, and constantly had airships flying out of it!
Trying not to think about exactly how long she'd been wandering aimlessly, Aegle decided upon a new tact. She would ask for directions. That decided, she set off down the nondescript street, determined to ask the very first person she saw for help.
Lily Yarrow