Post by Alexandra Sawyer on May 19, 2016 1:12:38 GMT
The moment Alexandra's feet touched dry land she faltered, stumbling until she could regain her balance by clutching desperately to one of the large fixtures used for mooring ships at the dock. Much like she'd experienced when first boarding the ship that had set sail from Dovesport, Abrea, the diminutive girl found herself now having to acclimate herself with walking upon a surface that didn't rock and sway. She turned her eyes upward, first to the enormous city that stretched out in front of her and then to the bustling crowd swirling about an all sides. She flattened herself against the metal and wood fixture in an attempt to seem as small and insignificant as possible until she felt confident her legs could support her weight.
Finally, after what seemed like hours (even though it had only been a few minutes), Alex steeled herself and started into the city. She couldn't help but be awestruck by the sheer size of everything. Even the capital of Abrea was dwarfed by the immense city-state she hoped to now call home. Slowly she wandered away from the dock, being mindful to keep her distance from anyone. She hopped out of the way of a large, hulking man carrying what looked like ship supplies then turned and nearly ran face first into a towering, armored figure holding a shield that bore the Astilon crest. With a squeak of surprise she dodged the knight and scurried to flatten herself against the nearest wall to regain her bearings.
Again, Alex had to take time to clear the cobwebs from her mind. She looked out over the sea of people, all heading somewhere in a terrible rush, and sighed. Compared to the uncertainty of being lost in such a massive city, the ship she'd just spent weeks on had felt like a dream. For a moment she deliberated whether or not she should try and ask one of the passersby for help finding her way, but she though better of it. She was obviously as lost as could be and her dirt stained face and tattered clothing showed her status as one of the thousands of refugees that had flooded the city all too clearly. She may have been naive to many things and knew she would make a promising target for any manner of bandit, thief or thug but she wasn't going to get anywhere by giving in to her fear.
Slowly and with a great deal of caution, Alexandra pushed away from the wall. "Excuse me." She announced to whoever was listening. She had attempted to speak with a strong, confident tone but her voice came out weak, cracking and wavering with obvious uncertainty. She cleared her throat and tried again, though there was little improvement. "C-can anyone direct me to the... Enclave?" She asked weakly before visibly wincing. If she wasn't a target before she most certainly was now.
Finally, after what seemed like hours (even though it had only been a few minutes), Alex steeled herself and started into the city. She couldn't help but be awestruck by the sheer size of everything. Even the capital of Abrea was dwarfed by the immense city-state she hoped to now call home. Slowly she wandered away from the dock, being mindful to keep her distance from anyone. She hopped out of the way of a large, hulking man carrying what looked like ship supplies then turned and nearly ran face first into a towering, armored figure holding a shield that bore the Astilon crest. With a squeak of surprise she dodged the knight and scurried to flatten herself against the nearest wall to regain her bearings.
Again, Alex had to take time to clear the cobwebs from her mind. She looked out over the sea of people, all heading somewhere in a terrible rush, and sighed. Compared to the uncertainty of being lost in such a massive city, the ship she'd just spent weeks on had felt like a dream. For a moment she deliberated whether or not she should try and ask one of the passersby for help finding her way, but she though better of it. She was obviously as lost as could be and her dirt stained face and tattered clothing showed her status as one of the thousands of refugees that had flooded the city all too clearly. She may have been naive to many things and knew she would make a promising target for any manner of bandit, thief or thug but she wasn't going to get anywhere by giving in to her fear.
Slowly and with a great deal of caution, Alexandra pushed away from the wall. "Excuse me." She announced to whoever was listening. She had attempted to speak with a strong, confident tone but her voice came out weak, cracking and wavering with obvious uncertainty. She cleared her throat and tried again, though there was little improvement. "C-can anyone direct me to the... Enclave?" She asked weakly before visibly wincing. If she wasn't a target before she most certainly was now.