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 Posted: Tue Sep 24, 2024 5:10 pm
Maia 1 The desert seemed to stretch in all directions for endless miles. It was still a bit overwhelming any time Maia left her tent. It was a comfort when the opening was stationed to look out at some structure, maybe another tent or a set of ruins. Anything to break up that horizon that for so long had been covered by trees before. It was still hard to believe she was even out here, so far from home. Would her father be proud of her, if he knew? Would he have even been able to take himself away form his inventions long enough to consider it? She didn't even know how he'd reacted to her leaving home with nothing but a note. She'd heard no word from, or about, him ever since. As if neither of them had ever existed in the same place.
No. Bad thoughts. Time moved on. She should be looking forward, focusing on her slowly budding career. The thought of her father had long since turned into a dull ache, easily forgotten in the excitement of everything else.
Like today! It was time to start her day. In one swift motion, she let down her hair. It fell to her waist, where it sat for only a few seconds before she was piling it back up into a messy bun at the base of her neck. It was time to get to work! She had a pair of daggers tucked safely away in a box nearby she wanted to look more closely at.
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2025 8:47 am
Hoshi Lockhart I had this sitting in google docs and didn't realize I never posted here, ahahaha. x.x
And explore he would. At least that was what he wanted to do as he awkwardly walked about the encampment, trying to avoid the buzz that there was a sponsor in their midst even as he tried to blend in and not attract notice from those who failed to recognize him. “But where do I even begin?” Omari questioned, turning around as he surveyed the nearby tents and looked towards the ruins that surrounded them here. Apparently there was even more in the mountains nearby, but he didn’t think he dared to venture out that far…at least not yet.
[Omari 1]
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Posted: Tue May 27, 2025 6:01 pm
Maia 2 It never slipped Maia's notice, the whispers going on around her. As much as she tried her best to steer clear of it. What did it have to do with her? Nothing. She was here to assist in the digs, not to socialize with a sponsor. Probably some high class noble who felt the same way about socializing with the diggers. Wasn't that how most of them behaved? At least from what she had heard from the common folk in the market streets of the city while she had been idling around, waiting for her chance to get out into the desert. How they mostly paid little mind to the rest of them, sitting comfortably in their mansions and manors. Likely this person was out here to scope the artifacts and other treasures that had been found, make sure they were getting the most out of their investment. Like she cared. So long as she was being funded to find ancient things, that was all that mattered to her.
Though it was awful difficult to ignore some of the rumors when occasionally, they were whispered directly into her ear. The Shifter swatted at a most recent colleague who had stopped, thinking to engage her in some gossip. Irritating. Gossip was for the bored who had nothing productive to do. Not like she did. What awaited her left a small smile on her face as she made her way through the camp, her eyes barely registering everyone else around her who she assumed was going about their own jobs. Only some weren't. She spotted a couple of diggers idling alongside a tent, having a deep discussion with their heads together. If she had control over the operation...
Her train of thought paused as her dark eyes moved back to continue on her way, when they stopped on someone else. It wasn't uncommon for her to be unaware of her co-workers, not being very social. But there was something about this one that she couldn't quite put her finger on. The fact he wasn't an Oban, at least not fully that she could see, was not the strange part. It was the feeling that she knew him from somewhere. Even stranger was that she didn't think it was from the current camp.
So confused by the feeling of familiarity, that Maia hadn't noticed she had stopped to stare at him. It also wasn't uncommon for her to forget names. But faces she usually remembered, even if she forgot from where.
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