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LucidStreaming rolled 3 100-sided dice:
81, 17, 16
Total: 114 (3-300)
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 Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2015 11:24 am
 Character: Jacline
Stage: Apprentice
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2016 12:11 pm
⤫⤫ Ɉaҫlinҿ ⤫⤫
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● Over the Hills and Far Away ●  Jacline’s breath misted white in the winter air. About her, the carriage serving as her and Father Tallart’s transport outside of the city jostled, its wooden structure creaking and groaning with every dip and bump in the road like an old beast. They had not made it beyond the city limits yet. Overhead, the sky was a dim grey, dark enough that the brightest stars still shone through despite the creeping onset of dawn towards the edge of the horizon. Underfoot, the gravelled path rolled steadily by, dotted with shadow and night dew. Jacline shivered and tucked closer to the corner of her wagon seat. She would have pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them to stave off the chill, but that would have been improper.
So, still she sat.
Behind her, her books waited, strapped up and packed with her spare robes and brush. As forewarned, Father Tallart had fetched her early that morning while the sky was still black, and after carrying her things down, she had waited at his side outside of the citadel for their carriage. It had come clattering up the way, finally, when the hemisphere had just begun to show signs of changing hue, and she had been helped in by the driver who looked to smile about as much as he talked. Which wasn’t at all.
He seemed to know where it was they were headed, though, and Jacline had sat still and quiet as she was now, peeking out beyond the carriage to the shadowed and silent streets that stretched and wound through the city. She had never known before that the city itself was so large. In time they still reached its limits, and after they passed through the outer gate and the whole of it began to slip further away behind them, Jacline stared and stared, wordless at how far the grasses spanned and the hills rolled.
She wanted to ask how far they went, how long it would take to go all the way to the far mountains beyond and if anyone had climbed to each of the high peaks. She nibbled her lip instead, keeping her questions to herself despite how insistently they built up. As the hours waned, though, and the scenery did not change, she felt her lashes grow heavy, lazy and thick. She fought them when they dipped. She couldn’t sleep, not here, and thought that she had done a good job of not doing so.
Then, the carriage jerked, clattering to a halt.
Jacline’s eyes snapped open, but afterward squeezed into a squint, a pale hand lifting to block out the sudden and fierce glow of bright morning all around. She rubbed her eyes, frowning. When had morning come so fast? Next, she noticed that Father Tallart was not beside her. Her pulse throbbed, fluttering with panic in the moment before she spotted him. There, beside and off of the wagon, he stood, speaking to the driver.
All around, there were no longer great endless grasses. Instead, small huts and houses cast shadows behind them, and all about, people walked swiftly, bundled up in their layers of winter cloth and bustling as though they had a great many things to do. Jacline pressed her lips tightly together, holding in a yawn and taking a deep breath instead after. The morning air nipped cold at her throat on the way down, and she tucked the tips of her fingers into the folds of her robes to conserve their heat. Meanwhile, she looked about, wide silver eyes darting from one strange face to the next and then the village itself.
Ought she get down? Better, she decided, to remain still until Father Tallart instructed otherwise.
“Jacline.”
She looked, straightening her posture.
“Down with you now, come,” Father Tallart said, his voice neutral, but brow furrowed. “Grab your things.”
tbcWC: ???
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