Post by Turpentine Kisses on Apr 1, 2007 2:35:12 GMT -5
At the same moment he was drawing his conclusion about the letters, a portal opened and spat forth another traveler on the planet’s soil. The product of the newest tear in the fabric of the universe was a woman. Twenty-six years of age and this is how she’d chosen to spend the past five. Her first trip from the home universe had been unplanned; the small planet from which she came was barely catching on to the rips. So far, they’d made the observations that they did indeed exist… And that was really about it. They weren’t exactly sure where they led to or if there was even an end to them. They hadn’t even the slightest how to predict when and where they would appear.
That was where Tarrev had suffered. Perhaps if they could have predicted the time and place, she wouldn’t have fallen to the misfortune of these rips.
The dawn brought no signs of anything worth mentioning that day. And yet, she had found herself on some new planet comprised of mainly water – an attribute that she found quite odd. But to each their own, she supposed.
And from there, things only went downhill. Or was it uphill? She didn’t know if the rips as her means of transportation back home were helping or hurting her situation.
In any case, she had been taken and spat out in yet another universe, waiting for the usual coughing accompanied by the sharp pain in her neck; each of which showed themselves immediately after her rough landing. She caught the blood that was anticipated with the wheezing cough in a cupped hand over her mouth and grimaced, wiping it on the tattered materials around her legs.
The last planet she’d wound up on demanded an interesting fashion to fit in: intricate skirts of rich colors and a simple cream top (which did absolutely nothing for her pale complexion). She was quick to notice that the nearest town had resembled something like the old towns of the planet mostly covered in water. It was… mildly amusing.
Her eyes focused on the sky above, taking note of the nice weather. Tarrev had been very conscious of the amount of light each area received. Her skin was very apt to changing in as little as twenty-four hours based on the light it took in. Within the first few new locations, she was quick to notice that the sudden change of color in one’s skin provoked the curiosity of many others. And with it, unwanted questions.
Her hair would change in the same fashion; more sun would inevitably lead to lighter hair in twenty-four hours or less. Her eyes had managed to escape this trait, staying at their natural pale green regardless of the light situation. But that still didn’t mean that there was nothing abnormal about them. On the contrary; one functioned as a normal human’s would, while the other favored the style of a cat’s, being able to dilate at will from anything as small as a slit to almost the entire eye. But this was easy to brush off as nothing more than a birth defect.
There wasn’t anything that could really differentiate her from the rest of the population aside from those minor things, however. There was only one minor detail; inked symbols scrawled around the whole length of her wrist. They were small and simple, but some cultures had never seen such a custom. As such, she’d taken a liking to keeping it covered. A task she entrusted a strip of mauve cloth to do, tied in a tight knot at the top.
Drawing herself up to the full height of roughly five foot, six inches, she trudged toward the town, tense in her movements. Almost as if she didn’t trust the land to stay under her feet. But that was only one of her worries; first thing’s first: clothing. And for clothing, one needed money.
That was where Tarrev had suffered. Perhaps if they could have predicted the time and place, she wouldn’t have fallen to the misfortune of these rips.
The dawn brought no signs of anything worth mentioning that day. And yet, she had found herself on some new planet comprised of mainly water – an attribute that she found quite odd. But to each their own, she supposed.
And from there, things only went downhill. Or was it uphill? She didn’t know if the rips as her means of transportation back home were helping or hurting her situation.
In any case, she had been taken and spat out in yet another universe, waiting for the usual coughing accompanied by the sharp pain in her neck; each of which showed themselves immediately after her rough landing. She caught the blood that was anticipated with the wheezing cough in a cupped hand over her mouth and grimaced, wiping it on the tattered materials around her legs.
The last planet she’d wound up on demanded an interesting fashion to fit in: intricate skirts of rich colors and a simple cream top (which did absolutely nothing for her pale complexion). She was quick to notice that the nearest town had resembled something like the old towns of the planet mostly covered in water. It was… mildly amusing.
Her eyes focused on the sky above, taking note of the nice weather. Tarrev had been very conscious of the amount of light each area received. Her skin was very apt to changing in as little as twenty-four hours based on the light it took in. Within the first few new locations, she was quick to notice that the sudden change of color in one’s skin provoked the curiosity of many others. And with it, unwanted questions.
Her hair would change in the same fashion; more sun would inevitably lead to lighter hair in twenty-four hours or less. Her eyes had managed to escape this trait, staying at their natural pale green regardless of the light situation. But that still didn’t mean that there was nothing abnormal about them. On the contrary; one functioned as a normal human’s would, while the other favored the style of a cat’s, being able to dilate at will from anything as small as a slit to almost the entire eye. But this was easy to brush off as nothing more than a birth defect.
There wasn’t anything that could really differentiate her from the rest of the population aside from those minor things, however. There was only one minor detail; inked symbols scrawled around the whole length of her wrist. They were small and simple, but some cultures had never seen such a custom. As such, she’d taken a liking to keeping it covered. A task she entrusted a strip of mauve cloth to do, tied in a tight knot at the top.
Drawing herself up to the full height of roughly five foot, six inches, she trudged toward the town, tense in her movements. Almost as if she didn’t trust the land to stay under her feet. But that was only one of her worries; first thing’s first: clothing. And for clothing, one needed money.