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Who: Rachel
What: Contemplating
When: Morning
Where: Kohlingen
Interactions: None
Warnings: None
The journey across the ocean had been hard. It had been difficult to find an airship pilot who would take her chocobo on board for the trip. The journey across the desert, had also been hard. She'd had to pick her way across the treacherous mountains because the moving castle wasn't around. But given all that, nothing felt more difficult for her now than standing there at the end of the street, with her hand on a brass doorknob of the place she once called home.
Even from outside, looking at the house, memories flooded her mind. Idilic days where nothing in the world could have brought her sorrow. Now that she looked back, she could only laugh at how naive she'd been. And finally, her hand pressed down on the latch, and the door swung open.
The first thing she noticed was the air. It was musty, and filled with the dust of abandonment. Her parents were long gone, and no one had touched this place in years. But even with the cob webs hanging from the rafters and the chilling silence, everything had been left exactly as it was. Rachel tread through each room, leaving footprints in the dust as she went. Touching things occasionally with her thickly gloved hands until at last she reached her old bedroom. It was a small but cozy place, a bed right next to a window, a bookshelf, filled with childrens books, stuffed animals, and the diary she'd kept when she was a teenager. When she'd been at her happiest.
The people had already been staring at her from the moment she entered town, but now they seemed to have gone back to their lives. So she opened her bedroom window and hung her bed linnens outside of it, shaking the dust off of them. After which point she remade the bed and set herself down upon it, letting the breeze bring fresh air into her old house.
Thinking about the past, it felt as though she was remembering another life. A life that belonged to someone else. But no, this was hers, take it or leave it. With a heavy sigh, Rachel decided she would rest here for a while, get her home back in shape, and then maybe head south to Jidoor, where there might be work waiting for her.
What: Contemplating
When: Morning
Where: Kohlingen
Interactions: None
Warnings: None
The journey across the ocean had been hard. It had been difficult to find an airship pilot who would take her chocobo on board for the trip. The journey across the desert, had also been hard. She'd had to pick her way across the treacherous mountains because the moving castle wasn't around. But given all that, nothing felt more difficult for her now than standing there at the end of the street, with her hand on a brass doorknob of the place she once called home.
Even from outside, looking at the house, memories flooded her mind. Idilic days where nothing in the world could have brought her sorrow. Now that she looked back, she could only laugh at how naive she'd been. And finally, her hand pressed down on the latch, and the door swung open.
The first thing she noticed was the air. It was musty, and filled with the dust of abandonment. Her parents were long gone, and no one had touched this place in years. But even with the cob webs hanging from the rafters and the chilling silence, everything had been left exactly as it was. Rachel tread through each room, leaving footprints in the dust as she went. Touching things occasionally with her thickly gloved hands until at last she reached her old bedroom. It was a small but cozy place, a bed right next to a window, a bookshelf, filled with childrens books, stuffed animals, and the diary she'd kept when she was a teenager. When she'd been at her happiest.
The people had already been staring at her from the moment she entered town, but now they seemed to have gone back to their lives. So she opened her bedroom window and hung her bed linnens outside of it, shaking the dust off of them. After which point she remade the bed and set herself down upon it, letting the breeze bring fresh air into her old house.
Thinking about the past, it felt as though she was remembering another life. A life that belonged to someone else. But no, this was hers, take it or leave it. With a heavy sigh, Rachel decided she would rest here for a while, get her home back in shape, and then maybe head south to Jidoor, where there might be work waiting for her.