[A:] After the briefing, a small girl with horrific burn scarring on the right side of her face and body. She managed to hide it behind her hair during the introduction to this strange, metallic new world. She looks as if she's ready to bolt at any second, like a shy wild thing. Those with a sense for magic will be able to tell there's something profoundly different, possibly frightening about her.
She's sailing beyond the sky. She's not dead. That is, she thinks, the best that can be said for right now.
[B:] After settling in a bit, her curiosity has overcome her fear and she's gone out exploring. Before the stars though (that great yawning pit! she feels sick, the sight through her one eye giving her vertigo, as if she might fall into them; sad for someone who must eventually fly on the West Wind, something, she thinks, she must work herself up to) she goes after more mundane details. She presses her face to an ordinary door, reaches the good hand up to it (the burnt side she keeps concealed, like it was in a sling).
"Where did they mine all this metal?" She says to herself in a quiet, gravelly voice.
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She's sailing beyond the sky. She's not dead. That is, she thinks, the best that can be said for right now.
[B:] After settling in a bit, her curiosity has overcome her fear and she's gone out exploring. Before the stars though (that great yawning pit! she feels sick, the sight through her one eye giving her vertigo, as if she might fall into them; sad for someone who must eventually fly on the West Wind, something, she thinks, she must work herself up to) she goes after more mundane details. She presses her face to an ordinary door, reaches the good hand up to it (the burnt side she keeps concealed, like it was in a sling).
"Where did they mine all this metal?" She says to herself in a quiet, gravelly voice.