[She had been mostly wandering for the sake of wandering. There was so much to see around here-so much to take in, that she didn't know what to make of it. But seeing that figure briefly, in that sun dazzle...
Sokie shook her head, and made to hail down a passerby.]
Excuse me. Sorry for bothering you but-I think I saw someone. Gray clothing? Looked like a teenager?
D
Fly me to the moon, to see the sun and all the stars...
[Her voice wasn't unpleasant to listen to, it seemed. She might have had a bit of the wine, might have sampled other fares as a matter of course. It might explain the singing, or the shine in her eyes.
Or the dancing. Clumsy as it is, she manages to bump against someone with a grunt, and blinks a little when she realizes she hasn't fallen down. Rather, against someone.]
Oh, hey. You're here.
[She smiles and pats them gently.]
My bad.
F
[She doesn't go out far. Not at first. She knew that this was the way that she had to go-that there was things to explore, more to see, even if she wasn't much of a relic hunter herself.
But riding a dragon-there's a thrill to it, even if she knows time is limited, and she has a job to do. It feels almost natural to be on the dragons back, and she's most reluctant to slide off. It shows on her face, and she sighs, looking up at her companion.]
I won't go far. Don't worry.
[She smiles, and makes a slight hand signal, the one she learned from the roostkeepers. Necromancer she may be, but she didn't have a death wish. Instead, tools in hand, she moved forward to look for items of interest.
Who knew. It could be simply be a couple of interesting ores or crystals.]
Sokie Undertown | OC
What the...
[She had been mostly wandering for the sake of wandering. There was so much to see around here-so much to take in, that she didn't know what to make of it. But seeing that figure briefly, in that sun dazzle...
Sokie shook her head, and made to hail down a passerby.]
Excuse me. Sorry for bothering you but-I think I saw someone. Gray clothing? Looked like a teenager?
D
Fly me to the moon, to see the sun and all the stars...
[Her voice wasn't unpleasant to listen to, it seemed. She might have had a bit of the wine, might have sampled other fares as a matter of course. It might explain the singing, or the shine in her eyes.
Or the dancing. Clumsy as it is, she manages to bump against someone with a grunt, and blinks a little when she realizes she hasn't fallen down. Rather, against someone.]
Oh, hey. You're here.
[She smiles and pats them gently.]
My bad.
F
[She doesn't go out far. Not at first. She knew that this was the way that she had to go-that there was things to explore, more to see, even if she wasn't much of a relic hunter herself.
But riding a dragon-there's a thrill to it, even if she knows time is limited, and she has a job to do. It feels almost natural to be on the dragons back, and she's most reluctant to slide off. It shows on her face, and she sighs, looking up at her companion.]
I won't go far. Don't worry.
[She smiles, and makes a slight hand signal, the one she learned from the roostkeepers. Necromancer she may be, but she didn't have a death wish. Instead, tools in hand, she moved forward to look for items of interest.
Who knew. It could be simply be a couple of interesting ores or crystals.]