By early noon, she'd wandered into the ruins, at first following the clues of civilization the wind brought her though found herself struggling to maintain her path, not because path-finding in the ruins was difficult (it was), but rather because she was easily distracted. With the realization that things could simply be conjured from nothing, Pap had developed a friendly suspicion of anything that looked out of place, and the thing about waking up somewhere new was that everything was out of place.
So she meandered and backtracked and investigated, treating the ruins like a leisurely stroll rather than a dangerous excursion, a glittering jingling ball of energy flitting from one curious gap in the stones to another attempting to flush out any sign of magic or treasure they might might hide. She was no stranger to practicing a bit of layman's archaeology/grave-robbery in her time, and with the buildings looking well and truly abandoned for the most part she had no qualms about picking up anything glittering or interesting she might have found, because truly, who would miss it? She had seen evidence of magic, not of vengeful spirits.
A lull in her discoveries came by late afternoon - she had perched herself on a stone wall, unfastening a flask from her hip and raising a toast to her strange mistake in trusting alleyway doors. The mystery of it was certainly more interesting than any tavern she had been to, but it was thirsty work getting into everything she could lay hands on and taverns had a habit of serving drinks. Maybe she would finally head into 'town' and look for one.
So she meandered and backtracked and investigated, treating the ruins like a leisurely stroll rather than a dangerous excursion, a glittering jingling ball of energy flitting from one curious gap in the stones to another attempting to flush out any sign of magic or treasure they might might hide. She was no stranger to practicing a bit of layman's archaeology/grave-robbery in her time, and with the buildings looking well and truly abandoned for the most part she had no qualms about picking up anything glittering or interesting she might have found, because truly, who would miss it? She had seen evidence of magic, not of vengeful spirits.
A lull in her discoveries came by late afternoon - she had perched herself on a stone wall, unfastening a flask from her hip and raising a toast to her strange mistake in trusting alleyway doors. The mystery of it was certainly more interesting than any tavern she had been to, but it was thirsty work getting into everything she could lay hands on and taverns had a habit of serving drinks. Maybe she would finally head into 'town' and look for one.
