Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2019 20:53:01 GMT -7
Opeli hadn’t gone home for Christmas. It was an odd feeling, being away from her large and unusual family for the holidays. But it was necessary. Whenever that whole ‘arrange marriage’ came up so did the fact that Opeli was of marrying age. Opeli, a young woman who had never experienced love, was not that interested in it either. Her father was the cause of that. Considering he divorced HOW many wives and how obsessed he was with keeping the bloodline pure. Anyway, regardless, Opeli spent the holiday alone and now, on a day when she was feeling brave, she’d decided to go to the festival. Sure, several of the activities were beyond her capabilities, but she could still look at the pretty decorations, smell and taste the amazing foods. She’d just gotten herself a nice warm pretzel when she heard the oddest sound. A roar. Like, a loud, thunderous roar from a great beast. That was odd though, wasn’t it? For a festival. Several people screamed, and Opeli’s confusion only rose. Seeing was complicated with her. She couldn’t see true motion after all, instead observing life as if it were a series of stills. Which meant she couldn’t see the dragons. Nor could she see the commotion in the crowd it had caused. She didn’t even see the person that barreled into her and knocked her onto her rump on the cold, snow covered cobblestone street. She sat there, almost daze, and for the first time in a long time, Opeli felt that familiar panic. The panic of seeing, but not seeing, of knowing things were going on around her but not being able to see them. It’d been a frequent feeling when she was a child, but it’d been years since she felt it. Since she felt so vulnerable.
@open (someone come hang out with me and just have some fun with the event!)