On Broken Glass[Corwynn]
Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2018 9:13 pm
Dentis 23, 2718
She had a lot of things that she knew and even more that she didn’t know… How old was she really? Was anybody looking for her, did they stop or did they never start? What really happened the day that she lost her memories and why did it happen? There were too many things to ask at the moment, including why she wasn’t gone from Old Rose Harbor yet?
Her reasoning for staying so long in a place that made her uneasy was that she simply wanted to repeat her strides to keep the town within her memory. Xonia was tracing her steps each night before she left the city proper and headed out of town. It gave her an opportunity to find out any kind of information that would be useful to her. A brief encounter with a drunk kid certainly did not yield any results other than the fact that he was a turd.
Being around people must not be my forte, she thought grimly as she crunched over discard in the sand that would catch beneath her boot heels. How did one go about finding information when communication was awkward? That was the money question. The young, clueless, forgetful blond stopped walking a few feet from the water’s edge and crossed her arms over her ribcage, wondering if there was something beyond that point that would take her east, or would she follow the river to the west?
Pressing her full lips together, she produced a piece of discarded paper from her pocket, along with a shard of charcoal, carefully knelt so she could use her thigh as a drawing surface, and began to draw what she saw… She was on a dirty beach in a shady ass town, throwing caution to the wind just to be able to remember the place after she left…
“Okay, now I have an idea of where I have been,” muttered the amnesiac, “What now?” She continued to swipe the piece of char from her last campfire, “Continue to talk to myself. At least I don’t have to hear how I keep offending strangers with whatever goes on in my head.” The girl snorted and folded the paper once, then wrapped it around the shard so she could return both to her pocket for later use.
“Fuck,” she muttered, forgetting immediately that the char dust was on her fingers before she rubbed the side of her face and then raked her fingers through her hair in bewilderment. The oblivious one slowly unfolded herself after a moment, continuing her one sided conversation, probably causing anyone who might be walking by to stare in her direction and wonder what was wrong with her… “Lorent… You left me a mess. Where am I even supposed to start? I doubt people will have any answers either, nobody knows who I am, not even me.”
There too was a question about transportation… Wouldn’t it be better to find a horse and ride off instead of walking? Walking took a long time and spent more energy than riding did, right? To be completely honest with herself, she was damned tired of walking and having to sleep with one eye open since she had been alone for only a few months…
Her reasoning for staying so long in a place that made her uneasy was that she simply wanted to repeat her strides to keep the town within her memory. Xonia was tracing her steps each night before she left the city proper and headed out of town. It gave her an opportunity to find out any kind of information that would be useful to her. A brief encounter with a drunk kid certainly did not yield any results other than the fact that he was a turd.
Being around people must not be my forte, she thought grimly as she crunched over discard in the sand that would catch beneath her boot heels. How did one go about finding information when communication was awkward? That was the money question. The young, clueless, forgetful blond stopped walking a few feet from the water’s edge and crossed her arms over her ribcage, wondering if there was something beyond that point that would take her east, or would she follow the river to the west?
Pressing her full lips together, she produced a piece of discarded paper from her pocket, along with a shard of charcoal, carefully knelt so she could use her thigh as a drawing surface, and began to draw what she saw… She was on a dirty beach in a shady ass town, throwing caution to the wind just to be able to remember the place after she left…
“Okay, now I have an idea of where I have been,” muttered the amnesiac, “What now?” She continued to swipe the piece of char from her last campfire, “Continue to talk to myself. At least I don’t have to hear how I keep offending strangers with whatever goes on in my head.” The girl snorted and folded the paper once, then wrapped it around the shard so she could return both to her pocket for later use.
“Fuck,” she muttered, forgetting immediately that the char dust was on her fingers before she rubbed the side of her face and then raked her fingers through her hair in bewilderment. The oblivious one slowly unfolded herself after a moment, continuing her one sided conversation, probably causing anyone who might be walking by to stare in her direction and wonder what was wrong with her… “Lorent… You left me a mess. Where am I even supposed to start? I doubt people will have any answers either, nobody knows who I am, not even me.”
There too was a question about transportation… Wouldn’t it be better to find a horse and ride off instead of walking? Walking took a long time and spent more energy than riding did, right? To be completely honest with herself, she was damned tired of walking and having to sleep with one eye open since she had been alone for only a few months…