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farsickness2020-02-09 04:12 am
ofwovenstone) wrote in farsickness2020-02-09 04:12 am
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The dance of flames and shadows in the street make poetry nobody's ever heard
WHO: Cassandra de Rolo (ofwovenstone) and OPEN
WHEN: After arrival and settling in
WHAT: Arrival and exploration
WHERE: All over the place in and around Gazin
WARNINGS: None to start, probably. Save maybe the usual warnings that naturally come with a de Rolo.
Cassandra had been moving, taking some of her things to her newly renovated warehouse-turned-home when it had hit her once more, a desperate desire to be somewhere else. A desperate longing for Rome. Not Whitestone, never Whitestone, not anymore. Just... somewhere else. Not the City, not Whitestone... But somewhere familiar none-the-less.
And then she’d quite literally gotten her wish. Found herself standing by a sign for somewhere called Gazin. In a world that reminds her far more of Rome than it does the City. Reminds her of Tal’Dorei, the parts unpolluted by her feelings for Whitestone. Familiar and she’s almost feeling... lighter for how the relief fills her chest with an intensity.
First things first, of course. Learning more of this world in which she’s found herself. Which is how she comes to Gazin, taking a room at the inn. (It turned out gold was gold, no matter the world it was from. The strangeness of her coin did draw her an odd look and she explained it away with a tale. Which either was believed or else the innkeeper had seen enough oddities that they weren’t bothered by it.)
A few careful clothing purchases help her blend in further, and she set about finding out more about this world she’s found herself in. And finding employment; she spends a great deal of time at the apothecary and the herbarium talking plants and remedies, and managed to negotiate a rather beneficial arrangement with the both of them. Without mentioning her... particular gifts. She’s going to keep them to herself for the time being. But she learned the rarer and more difficult to find ingredients and if she happens to be able to provide them regularly, well...
She spends a great deal of time at the market, leaving with a basket of produce and a few other things. Taking advantage while she has it.
She can be found late at night or early in the morning in the tavern attached to the inn she’s taken rooms in, curled up out of the way with an empty journal in front of her, where she’s sketching any number of things; the people she’s met, store fronts and buildings, or mapping out part of the city and the surrounding forest. She’s taking notes as well, in shorthand that’s not going to make sense to anyone but her (which is the point of it all).
Her ventures out into the forest are careful. Not delving too deep all at once, necessarily. But nor is she shying away from it.
ofwovenstone) and OPENWHEN: After arrival and settling in
WHAT: Arrival and exploration
WHERE: All over the place in and around Gazin
WARNINGS: None to start, probably. Save maybe the usual warnings that naturally come with a de Rolo.
Cassandra had been moving, taking some of her things to her newly renovated warehouse-turned-home when it had hit her once more, a desperate desire to be somewhere else. A desperate longing for Rome. Not Whitestone, never Whitestone, not anymore. Just... somewhere else. Not the City, not Whitestone... But somewhere familiar none-the-less.
And then she’d quite literally gotten her wish. Found herself standing by a sign for somewhere called Gazin. In a world that reminds her far more of Rome than it does the City. Reminds her of Tal’Dorei, the parts unpolluted by her feelings for Whitestone. Familiar and she’s almost feeling... lighter for how the relief fills her chest with an intensity.
First things first, of course. Learning more of this world in which she’s found herself. Which is how she comes to Gazin, taking a room at the inn. (It turned out gold was gold, no matter the world it was from. The strangeness of her coin did draw her an odd look and she explained it away with a tale. Which either was believed or else the innkeeper had seen enough oddities that they weren’t bothered by it.)
A few careful clothing purchases help her blend in further, and she set about finding out more about this world she’s found herself in. And finding employment; she spends a great deal of time at the apothecary and the herbarium talking plants and remedies, and managed to negotiate a rather beneficial arrangement with the both of them. Without mentioning her... particular gifts. She’s going to keep them to herself for the time being. But she learned the rarer and more difficult to find ingredients and if she happens to be able to provide them regularly, well...
She spends a great deal of time at the market, leaving with a basket of produce and a few other things. Taking advantage while she has it.
She can be found late at night or early in the morning in the tavern attached to the inn she’s taken rooms in, curled up out of the way with an empty journal in front of her, where she’s sketching any number of things; the people she’s met, store fronts and buildings, or mapping out part of the city and the surrounding forest. She’s taking notes as well, in shorthand that’s not going to make sense to anyone but her (which is the point of it all).
Her ventures out into the forest are careful. Not delving too deep all at once, necessarily. But nor is she shying away from it.
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He gains her attention almost immediately, and she draws to a halt, giving him a friendly, if curious smile. Blue-grey eyes study him thoughtfully, taking in his body language, how he holds himself. The glint of metal is... interesting.