Post by Zihna Nell on Mar 14, 2013 14:04:33 GMT -8
A quick huff escaped Zihna's lips as she threw her bag on the shabby cot. A thick cloud of dust surrounded her at the impact and soft thud the pack made. On closer inspection, Zihna saw that the cot had been housing some rodents as of late. Figures. The thin blankets didn't look like much, either, but seeing how hot it was now she wasn't worried about ever being cold. She fell down on the cot just as heavily as her pack had, producing another bit of dust. Coughing and covering her face with her hand this time, Zihna looked around the packed space.
There were other beds in the room and what looked like the general signs of life: a tattered book tucked under a bed, broken-in shoes, a candle. Others obviously lived here, though Zihna didn't see anyone. She was grateful for the solitude. It had been a big day for her: a turning point.
Zihna was exhausted. It wasn't all the traveling she had done to get here, nor was it all the change lately. Zihna was tired because she had finally reached it; she had finally found a home. It was a reprieve from the harsh place the world had become. Her life had been lonely, and though she had never minded, living on her own had been tough. Zihna had always yearned for a community of her own. She had met the occasional nomad, of course, but no lasting ties had been made. The only exchanges had been ones necessary to survive, like with man who gave her directions to this place. To have finally gotten here and secured a job was... overwhelming. She didn't know what to do with it.
Putting her head in her hands, Zihna let out a big sigh. It was the start of something new, a change in the endlessness her life had become. She should be happy, right? Honestly, Zihna didn't know what she thought of it all. She had been looking forward to this moment but she hadn't known what to expect. How did she feel? Excited? Happy? A little sad?
One thing at a time, she thought.
Zihna looked up, startled, at a sound just outside the door.
There were other beds in the room and what looked like the general signs of life: a tattered book tucked under a bed, broken-in shoes, a candle. Others obviously lived here, though Zihna didn't see anyone. She was grateful for the solitude. It had been a big day for her: a turning point.
Zihna was exhausted. It wasn't all the traveling she had done to get here, nor was it all the change lately. Zihna was tired because she had finally reached it; she had finally found a home. It was a reprieve from the harsh place the world had become. Her life had been lonely, and though she had never minded, living on her own had been tough. Zihna had always yearned for a community of her own. She had met the occasional nomad, of course, but no lasting ties had been made. The only exchanges had been ones necessary to survive, like with man who gave her directions to this place. To have finally gotten here and secured a job was... overwhelming. She didn't know what to do with it.
Putting her head in her hands, Zihna let out a big sigh. It was the start of something new, a change in the endlessness her life had become. She should be happy, right? Honestly, Zihna didn't know what she thought of it all. She had been looking forward to this moment but she hadn't known what to expect. How did she feel? Excited? Happy? A little sad?
One thing at a time, she thought.
Zihna looked up, startled, at a sound just outside the door.
