padlock heart wrote:(on my mobile so no pretty post.)
Lucia Nightingale
At the sound of the man's bellowing voice she slowly stepped out from behind the tree that was previously concealing her. Her hands were raised to show that she had no weapons and she meant no harm. She was still shivering and she fought hard to keep her teeth from chattering as she spoke, "I d-don't have any weapons. I'm just a b-bit lost." Her breath came out in white steam and her voice was soft, yet loud enough to be heard easily. He had been hunting deer, that much was obvious. Was she in a hunting area? If so she was extremely grateful she hadn't been shot on accident. That might also explain the way he was dressed, but his voice was very strange. A bit gruff and using an older pattern of speech. Once he seemed to relax a tiny bit she asked, "Can you tell me where I am? And perhaps where I can rest for a bit? It's awfully cold and I would rather not get caught in the storm." She looked up at the darkening sky once more and brushed some of her hair away from her face as the wind played with it. She would probably braid it later. She looked back at the stranger and his horse. The horse seemed less hostile around once she showed herself. Animals were usually comforted by her quiet and gentle presence.
InfectedHau wrote:ka y ------------------------------------ no injuries ✘ single ✘ following ragna ✘ exhausted ✘ tagged: ragna
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬Kay stumbled out of the forest and onto the beach, breathing heavily, resting her hands on her knees. She hadn't walked that much since Philmont, and it definitely showed. She couldn't even remember the last time she'd felt this out of breath. Which was quickly going to become a problem if what the lady was saying was true, because there weren't going to be any cars. Kay still didn't see how it was possible that she was not only transported several thousand miles away, to what she assumed was one of those norther European countries she was always getting mixed up, but almost two thousand years back in time as well. It completely defied the laws of temporal physics as mankind currently understood it. She'd need to find a way to secure some writing utensils, make a journal, maybe leave it somewhere for someone to find. Keeping it with her would just be silly, there was no way she could see of getting back to her time, and besides, she obviously didn't have it with her when she died, or it would've been found when this place was made an archaeological site. If it was made an archaeological site. "Well, in that case," Kay said, her mind working to find a way to explain where she came from in a way that would make sense to people who still thought that paper was a pretty rad idea, "I guess I can try to tell you where I came from. It'll sound a little weird, though, so just bear with me for a bit." She would have to leave out the time travel entirely, going into things like general relativity with what she assumed was a viking warrior was just asking for trouble. She felt like God trying to explain the creation of the world to whatever poor sap wrote the book of Genesis. Pressing her hands together and popping her wrists, Kay took a deep breath and began her story. " I come from a land far across the sea, one that cannot be reached by any ship. It is a land covered in sand, where the sun shines hot enough to cook meat on the ground. My people are a race of powerful..."She paused a moment, searching for a first-century way to describe the people of the information age, "Wizards, I guess, I forget if you guys have those in your culture, and we've bent the land beneath our feet to our will. We ride horses of steel, driven by lightning, and fly all around the world in gigantic metal birds. We can turn night into day at a whim, and our cities shine so brightly they blot out the very stars themselves." A bit flowery, but it should provide a reasonable picture of what 2016 looked like. At least, as reasonable as it possibly could be, what with the massive disconnect in technologies between them. Heck, maybe the scary viking lady would be impressed.
Destin Alfsson
Destin had woken up early, as was his ritual, to milk the family cow. After that he started his chores around the house and snuck a bite of cheese for a small snack before breakfast. His family was not very wealthy, nor were they bad off. They had just enough for a modest living with a bit of comfort and that suited him just fine. They owned one cow, a handful of sheep and goats, a horse, three pigs and two dogs. Like many others in his village he also hunted in the woods for deer and other game. For a while now he had been experimenting with the idea of farming rabbits. He was almost finished constructing a hutch for them, now he just needed to catch some without killing them. In the mean time he figured it wouldn't hurt to go out into the woods and find places to set his traps. He retrieved his bow and quiver from inside in case he stumbled apon any game while he was outside (there was no use in wasting an opportunity to bring home fresh meat when he could). Before going out his mother insisted on him eating a small breakfast before he left so he downed a bowl of porridge and took an apple with him. The air was clear and crisp, a good day in his opinion. The smell of pine and dew everpresent with every step into the land of trees. He felt excited about this day, in a way he couldn't really explain. Right now it just felt good to be in nature. Seeing small birds swoop through the branches, and hearing the first few sounds of life echo through the branches, he had to remind himself of his intentions and continued on his way.
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