verisimilitude
Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2022 11:41 am
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Gel'Grandal was still a city mysterious to her. She was only lucky that she had reconnected with people from her past who had fled the destruction of Zaichaer, but... she was struggling to put everything back together. Vanessa was busy, and her usual partner in crime was somewhere, and hopefully alive while she was at it. Zaichaer was where they would find each other, and now it was nowhere to be. Ransera was a big place. She wasn't sure if she'd find Imogen again.
As it was, Carina carried almost everything she owned in a conveniently acquired featherlight bag. It helped as she flit from home to bed to sofa to floor, too paranoid to trust someone long enough for permanent housing. She had neither time nor opportunity to dance or stretch, and it was grating on her. Now that searing was winding down, she found herself in a brain fog, struggling to articulate what her goals were, what she needed, even to herself.
She had hardly noticed the door. It stood in the center of an alleyway she had not seen, but it was a foot in front of the stone wall. No one was in this alleyway besides rats, and the fire escapes that crowded the buildings upwards were empty. There was not even a glance out of the window as Carina approached the wooden door.
Her magic revealed nothing unusual, though it did reveal that it was unlocked. It revealed no shape nor form besides the door itself. Rather unceremoniously, Carina pulled open the door, expecting it to swing and reveal the wall of the alleyway behind it. When it revealed a room instead, she had no choice but to step inside and inspect it. It smelled of salt, of the sea, something she had fully experienced now that she was in Gel'Grandal. She was not too far from the docks, and it was not an unexpected smell when the wind was strong. Semblance only told of the room — until a light breeze slammed the door closed behind her. She turned to see a man sitting in the chair, and her vision of the aura expanded to encompass the whole complex. She stared at Kynne for a few minutes in silence as her mind wandered, filling in some of the details of the ship they were on. She didn't understand enough to question it — in a world of magic, it was not particularly insane that a door in a street could lead to a ship. She could turn herself into a portal, after all. But the aura was not just of a ship — it had the complexity of a person, and it was looking for something.
After the few minutes in silence, Carina focused on Kynne, the words he had said earlier finally processing. "Anna Carina Caron." She rarely used her full name. She ignored the request to surprise him. "The Duck? What is it looking for?"
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Gel'Grandal was still a city mysterious to her. She was only lucky that she had reconnected with people from her past who had fled the destruction of Zaichaer, but... she was struggling to put everything back together. Vanessa was busy, and her usual partner in crime was somewhere, and hopefully alive while she was at it. Zaichaer was where they would find each other, and now it was nowhere to be. Ransera was a big place. She wasn't sure if she'd find Imogen again.
As it was, Carina carried almost everything she owned in a conveniently acquired featherlight bag. It helped as she flit from home to bed to sofa to floor, too paranoid to trust someone long enough for permanent housing. She had neither time nor opportunity to dance or stretch, and it was grating on her. Now that searing was winding down, she found herself in a brain fog, struggling to articulate what her goals were, what she needed, even to herself.
She had hardly noticed the door. It stood in the center of an alleyway she had not seen, but it was a foot in front of the stone wall. No one was in this alleyway besides rats, and the fire escapes that crowded the buildings upwards were empty. There was not even a glance out of the window as Carina approached the wooden door.
Her magic revealed nothing unusual, though it did reveal that it was unlocked. It revealed no shape nor form besides the door itself. Rather unceremoniously, Carina pulled open the door, expecting it to swing and reveal the wall of the alleyway behind it. When it revealed a room instead, she had no choice but to step inside and inspect it. It smelled of salt, of the sea, something she had fully experienced now that she was in Gel'Grandal. She was not too far from the docks, and it was not an unexpected smell when the wind was strong. Semblance only told of the room — until a light breeze slammed the door closed behind her. She turned to see a man sitting in the chair, and her vision of the aura expanded to encompass the whole complex. She stared at Kynne for a few minutes in silence as her mind wandered, filling in some of the details of the ship they were on. She didn't understand enough to question it — in a world of magic, it was not particularly insane that a door in a street could lead to a ship. She could turn herself into a portal, after all. But the aura was not just of a ship — it had the complexity of a person, and it was looking for something.
After the few minutes in silence, Carina focused on Kynne, the words he had said earlier finally processing. "Anna Carina Caron." She rarely used her full name. She ignored the request to surprise him. "The Duck? What is it looking for?"