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There was no RP thread that took place anywhere where I was, so I started this one. I'm in the northern part of the Barelands waiting for Trixie W.
Hazel~
Though the barelands are less cold than the northern reaches of Kyngdom, this dry, chilly air isn't much of a relief. It feels strange, as though it's hot and cold at the same time. It clings to my arms and legs like a fog.
Dead, brown grass stretches as far as the eye can see. It's kind of depressing. A few boulders are heaped here and there, around which a few black antelope graze. Hm. Never seen those before.
I've arranged to meet Trixie out here, which shouldn't be too hard--it's not as if there's anything to get lost in. Originally I was going to meet up with Nieke and Alex, but they were nowhere to be found. After my fingers nearly froze solid during my trek in the snow, (my coat had been stolen, along with a bunch of other important supplies), I'd figured it would be better to look for Trixie instead, whom I knew was somewhere warmer.
I walk across the dry soil and sit down on a boulder. Setting my pack down on the hard grey surface next to me, I fish through it for a pair of binoculars. When I find them, I put them to my eyes and survey the horizon.
The grey, desolate landscape stares gloomily back at me. All I have to do now is wait.
How exciting.
submitted by Hazel C.
(April 17, 2017 - 8:08 am)
(April 17, 2017 - 8:08 am)
Hazel~
It's cold up north. Trixie and I have stopped in a small town whose name I can't pronounce to stock up on supplies--specifically a cloak for me, so I won't freeze.
In the warm, firelit storeroom, I choose a light but thick coat on the discount rack. It's made of old wolf furs, and though the pelt isn't in prime condition, it still does its job. And anyway, where we're going, nobody's going to care if my cloak is as soft as it could be.
I pay the clerk, then leave the store. A blast of cold air reaches my face and I'm glad I invested in the cloak with the hood. Trixie waits for me outside, leaning against one gray wooden wall, squinting against the stark whiteness of the falling snow and surveying the village.
"Roasted rabbit for sale!" calls a vendor on the other side of the street. "Get 'em while they're hot!" He chuckles, then adds, "In this weather, they're only hot for a few minutes."
I'm not hungry, so I just ignore him. "Let's hand out these flyers, then," I suggest, handing Trixie a stack of handmade posters with basic information about Jaaws on them.
We hand the papers out to each person we come across until there's only two flyers left. "Let's save these in case we find a copy machine," Trixie says.
"Good idea," I reply. We stuff them into our bags.
It's getting pretty late, and the snow is picking up, so Trixie and I decide to spend the night in a small hotel at the edge of the town. After the sun has set, we enjoy a toasty fire and comfortable beds in our quiet, dark rooms. Before I go to sleep, I send a signal to Nieke and Alex, asking their locations. Then I turn off my lamp and stare at the ceiling until I fall asleep.
(May 10, 2017 - 7:20 pm)