Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-6490434-20160331074330/@comment-26571677-20160331094240

She walked slowly, tapping the ground ahead of her constantly as it was all very uneven ground, littered with small stones and fallen twigs. Quite annoying, to say the least.

It wasn't without its advantages though, the place was in a thick forest, and full of wildlife. The scent among the air was of the earthy kind, and teased her senses, as it was completely different from the industrial and sterilised smells among Beacon.

The air was abuzz with activity, the busy humming of worker bees, harvesting nectar. The calls and chirps of distant birds, all of different pitches and sounds. The barking and mewing of different dogs and cats. And, in the distance, music that seemed to be a mix of synthesia and rock.

It saddened her slightly that she would never see these animals, never experience what their friendly faces would look like, never see the colours that were said to look so beautiful, and never to witness the playfulness and innocence on their faces.

But, she lightened up, and thought of the many things that she knew, and the gifts that she'd been given. Getting accepted into both Signal and Beacon, for one. And also, finding someone a white-knight, someone who treated her well, Dalton. They'd been seperated after Vale was invaded, and she'd been trying to find him ever since.

And now, she finally had his location, Kesateria Village. All that mattered at this moment, was obtaining the money needed to get there. Money, which she didn't have. She was almost broke, having only 10 lien in her pocket.

And so Ixina had come all the way here, to a faraway Bastion of humanity, to an inn where she would find shelter, food, and a job to-

What in the hell was that smell!?

The scent of alcohol, sweat, and musty smoke drifted through her nostrils, pervading the air around her, and filling it with this abhorrent miasma. It made her head woozy, and she tripped, in that single moment of unsteadiness, a rock had appeared, and now, she sprawled forward, hands flailing, straight through a door.

She landed heavily on the wooden floor, and stood up unsteadily,

"Ow...."

And then she realised the silence. Absolute. Deadly. Silence. She could practically feel everyone's gaze, and squeaked softly underneath the pressure. It was at this moment that she was glad that she was blind.

"Um....sorry about that, I'll just...um...sorry."

And with those unsteady words, she activated her semblance, trying to avoid anymore awkward looks from her tapping the floor. Pink petals floated down, and covered the area, giving her temporary, under tiled sight which she used to climb onto a bar-stool next to another person, folding her cane and tucking it away.

"Erm...barkeep? Can I have a glass of lemonade? Please?"

While she sat, she noticed the soft humming of the person next to her, and deducted that it was a girl, most likely the singer she had heard earlier.

"Are you the singer that I heard earlier? Sorry, I don't mean to pry but, you're very good at what you do."