[I gave Meiou a lot of grief so I could figure out this name. Didn't I, Meiou dear? So much that he had to poke me. In the end, we (well, HE decided on this, I just gave him names. When I told him what I was going to do, his reaction was quite apt... "oh brother") decided on Cierra Rebecca Alexander. I shall write up a bio and edit my first post later. For now...]
Cierra shivered, and looked closer into the window, watching the fire crackle. No one was in the room - the fire was burning unattended in the fireplace, and Cierra grew jealous of whoever could afford to leave a fire burning, even though they did not need the heat.
She pressed her nose closer, still shivering, wishing she was by that fire. Suddenly, a woman came into the room, and angrily shooed Cierra away. Cierra turned and fled through the streets, before stopping some way away and leaning, panting, against a wall.
Cierra slid down the wall and sat, hugging her knees, the icy wind beginning to chill her bones as she sat, shivering mercilessly, with her eyes almost closed to protect them against the wind.
After sitting in this spot for well over five minutes, a smell came to her nostrils, and it was not a pleasant one. Although certainly not pleasant, it was somehow enticing.
She stood, deciding to follow the smell. She took a tentative step forward, and then started walking, faster and faster, until she was running again, towards an alley, where the unpleasant and yet strangely enticing smell seemed to be coming from.
Cierra stopped dead. She had not known where she was at first, but now she knew where she was. She had come to where the gaol was, a part of town that even she avoided. She stepped backwards, but she suddenly felt daring. She took a tentative step forward, like before, and then once more found herself running, holding her breath as she ran through the alley, passing the people who tried to grab at her.
She stopped at a dead end, a barred window. Even though it was dank, and dark, to Cierra it glowed with radiating light. Cierra took a step forward, and another, and tried to reach the window, but she couldn't.
Looking around, she spotted some crates, and dragged them just below the window. With difficulty, her tired body climbed onto the crates and grabbed the wall. Blinking several times, she peered through the bars, ready to face what she was about to see.
[And what that is... I don't know. XDDD]
|| Set // WIS < 33 ||
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