Dani
Who have you chose
to stand as your martyr?
to stand as your martyr?
Today had been a big day for Dani; it was the day she'd finally felt equipped to venture out and explore the remainder of Sanctuary. Up to this point, she'd come into the habit of holing herself within Oliver's manor, with the exception of the occasional accompanied walk about the outskirts. Though her thirst for adventure was unwavering, her companions had told her of the more wicked aspects of Caido, and she'd suddenly found herself hesitating at the thought of exposing herself to risks.
Now, it was time to move forward. She'd awoken with the sun and braided her hair before donning the oversized, faded-gray cloak that she'd swiped before finding herself in Caido. She pocketed pieces of jewelry that she'd come into the world with in the event that she could trade them off for more practical items.
She roamed the dusty streets of the ruins, noting the reserved quality of the residents. Though she tried, she couldn't picture herself ever calling this community her home. The somber atmosphere gave her the impression that this was a place people went to give up.
As those thoughts passed through her mind, she was caught off guard by the distant rhythm of bright music. She followed the sound through the streets, curiosity piqued. She eventually found herself walking through the door of what appeared to be a lounge of some sort. The smells of warm food wafted in the air, and the spirited music that had led her here rang out clearly, unlike any music she'd heard before. She marveled at the colors and art that filled the space, before glancing around to survey the crowd that inhabited it.
Now, it was time to move forward. She'd awoken with the sun and braided her hair before donning the oversized, faded-gray cloak that she'd swiped before finding herself in Caido. She pocketed pieces of jewelry that she'd come into the world with in the event that she could trade them off for more practical items.
She roamed the dusty streets of the ruins, noting the reserved quality of the residents. Though she tried, she couldn't picture herself ever calling this community her home. The somber atmosphere gave her the impression that this was a place people went to give up.
As those thoughts passed through her mind, she was caught off guard by the distant rhythm of bright music. She followed the sound through the streets, curiosity piqued. She eventually found herself walking through the door of what appeared to be a lounge of some sort. The smells of warm food wafted in the air, and the spirited music that had led her here rang out clearly, unlike any music she'd heard before. She marveled at the colors and art that filled the space, before glancing around to survey the crowd that inhabited it.
To prove purposeful
in courses uncharted
in courses uncharted
