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Some time after she lost Rabbit, Penthesilea had a decision to make. She could head back to the river and wait for a ferry that might never come or push forward, with only the hastily described directions of a bizarre stranger to guide her. It was not an easy decision to make and she delayed it as long as she could. As the sun was setting Penthesilea made herself a camp in the forest for the night, rather than decide. But when morning came after an uneasy sleep, her mind was made up. She would leave this strange place as quickly as she was able.
She traveled alone, on foot, undisturbed for many hours. The sun was high in the sky but stretching towards the west, late afternoon, by the time she reached civilization. And what a strange civilization it was! A marvel to behold, of course. The roads and buildings were all very well kept. There were inventions and machines the likes of which Penthesilea had never seen before. She was sure Daedalus, himself, would be impressed. But the people were very strange. Skittish and jumpy, ready to hide from their own shadows, the people here reminded Penthesilea of Rabbit a great deal. This was very likely the land he came from. But for the life of her, Penthesilea could not remember what name Rabbit had used for this place.
"You there!" She shouted out to the first person she saw, all bravado and commanding tone, "Tell me, what is this place?"
Current Music:
"My TV And You" by Vast
Tags:
knave of hearts, penthesilea
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[OOC: I have limited internet access until the 8th-ish, so I'll reply again when I can!]
Knave weeded his way through the people, the anthropomorphic animals and insects, and robots alike. It was only late afternoon, and thus he was on duty, bedecked in his leather coat, hearts insignia, and axe strapped to his back. He patrolled near the northwest entrance into Ozland today, the entrance that led off into the woods.
He saw the woman coming before she called out to him, and with a eyebrow raised at her tone, responded, "You have come to Ozland." His tone was neither welcoming nor dismissing, just matter-of-fact. His eyes skimmed over her quickly. She was small, but seemed almost ferocious. Warrior-like.
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