Leaving the Warren
Arc 722, 7 Ashan
Scalvoris Town
There’s a time in everyone’s lives, where things just take a different turn. For Clara, this was the time. Even though she had been the one to even suggest it to her parents, it was still not real to her. She was going to leave her parent’s house and live on her own. Everything was ready for the move. She had the key to her new house on her right hand, her walking stick on the left and she had already said her goodbyes to her family. All she had to do was to take that one step that would start everything. The step past her parent’s door.
She was slightly afraid of the whole situation. She had promised her parents and herself that she would visit them at least once every five trials, but this feeling was still overwhelming to her. The warm air, but still colder than supposed to for this time of the cycle, hit her face straight on through the open door, making her whiskers float gently. The sun was shining bright outside as if welcoming her into the street. She smiled and nodded. “It’s time” She said without facing her parents waiting behind her, tears streaming down both from her and her mother’s face, while her father’s were a bit more clingy but still kept themselves ready to fall. She took the step outside her house courageously, looking forward with a determined but slightly sad look. This meant that she would start living alone. This meant that she would have to work for her needs. This meant that she could start to work on her dream of having her own studio. This step meant everything to her… and she missed it.
Her face changed from her courageous expression to one of fear as she placed her foot over nothing. She had forgotten about the two steps stair outside of her parent’s house and started to fall forward, face first into the street. She had just enough time to use her own hands to break the fall enough to not cause a violent injury, but still hard enough for a big ‘thud’ sound to alert those in the street. Everyone around turned as Clara quickly made an effort to get up before anyone could realise what happened. Her face was bright red with embarrassment and her green dress now had some specks of brown and grey on the front. She could hear many laughs from those that indeed had realised what happened, but one in particular caught her interest. Next to a side alley was a man, about five feet seven inches tall with a dark brown beard and long dark brown hair, but starting to whiten, hair, wearing a simple brown suit and laughing his ass off as he pointed to her. She smiled, still bright red on her face.
WC: 475
She was slightly afraid of the whole situation. She had promised her parents and herself that she would visit them at least once every five trials, but this feeling was still overwhelming to her. The warm air, but still colder than supposed to for this time of the cycle, hit her face straight on through the open door, making her whiskers float gently. The sun was shining bright outside as if welcoming her into the street. She smiled and nodded. “It’s time” She said without facing her parents waiting behind her, tears streaming down both from her and her mother’s face, while her father’s were a bit more clingy but still kept themselves ready to fall. She took the step outside her house courageously, looking forward with a determined but slightly sad look. This meant that she would start living alone. This meant that she would have to work for her needs. This meant that she could start to work on her dream of having her own studio. This step meant everything to her… and she missed it.
Her face changed from her courageous expression to one of fear as she placed her foot over nothing. She had forgotten about the two steps stair outside of her parent’s house and started to fall forward, face first into the street. She had just enough time to use her own hands to break the fall enough to not cause a violent injury, but still hard enough for a big ‘thud’ sound to alert those in the street. Everyone around turned as Clara quickly made an effort to get up before anyone could realise what happened. Her face was bright red with embarrassment and her green dress now had some specks of brown and grey on the front. She could hear many laughs from those that indeed had realised what happened, but one in particular caught her interest. Next to a side alley was a man, about five feet seven inches tall with a dark brown beard and long dark brown hair, but starting to whiten, hair, wearing a simple brown suit and laughing his ass off as he pointed to her. She smiled, still bright red on her face.
WC: 475
