Out and About [Open][December 3010]
Nov 4, 2017 22:21:28 GMT -5
Post by Wyn on Nov 4, 2017 22:21:28 GMT -5
Despite the orders of the hall's healers to stay down and let herself mend, idleness was beginning to drive her insane. One elf caring about her was hard enough to believe, letting others tend to her wounds was just bizarre, at least to one whose usual definition of "medicine" was rubbing some dirt on the wound, chewing an herb, and hoping the secondary infection didn't kill her. Without it, though, she likely wouldn't have survived the winter in her condition, and so she had grudgingly allowed herself to remain in the hall's care. She could only stand it for so long, however, and had finally managed to convince Oda that she was well enough to leave her bed for a bit and stretch her legs. She had traded her ragged leathers for a borrowed tunic and trousers, though her cloak was back in it's usual place on her shoulders, both for the warmth it lent and the wrappings that obscured her scarred face.
The day was crisp and clear, and there was a fresh blanket of snow on the ground that had been left during the night, although along the cobblestone streets, it had already been trampled into slush. There seemed to be more people in this city than she had seen in her entire life, and as safe as she knew she was here, she couldn't suppress a twinge of nervousness at the close quarters. Her eyes darted about as she walked down the street, habitually looking for possible escape routes and searching each face she saw for any threat. Old habits died hard, especially those that one depended on to survive.
She forced herself to enjoy the pleasantly chilly weather rather than dwell on nonexistent dangers, and tried to admire the city as she looked about. Edoras was certainly no orc fortress, as it held an order and dignity that their sprawling barracks could never hope to have. She had found herself in an open space that she guessed to be a marketplace, if the stands and shopfronts were any indication. Small braziers burned brightly here and there, helping to stave off the cold, and while the crowds seemed somewhat subdued by the cold, she could still catch snippets of conversations and laughter here and there. She sidestepped as a pair of youths ran past, one chasing the other with a wooden sword, and she watched them run down the street. What would it have been like to grow up here, to have a normal life instead of living like a feral dog in the wilderness of Mordor? It would have been less dangerous, certainly. There was little use in dwelling on what-ifs, though, and she pushed such thoughts out of her head. Leaning against a nearby building, she drew her cloak tighter about herself and watched the crowds, letting her mind wander.
The day was crisp and clear, and there was a fresh blanket of snow on the ground that had been left during the night, although along the cobblestone streets, it had already been trampled into slush. There seemed to be more people in this city than she had seen in her entire life, and as safe as she knew she was here, she couldn't suppress a twinge of nervousness at the close quarters. Her eyes darted about as she walked down the street, habitually looking for possible escape routes and searching each face she saw for any threat. Old habits died hard, especially those that one depended on to survive.
She forced herself to enjoy the pleasantly chilly weather rather than dwell on nonexistent dangers, and tried to admire the city as she looked about. Edoras was certainly no orc fortress, as it held an order and dignity that their sprawling barracks could never hope to have. She had found herself in an open space that she guessed to be a marketplace, if the stands and shopfronts were any indication. Small braziers burned brightly here and there, helping to stave off the cold, and while the crowds seemed somewhat subdued by the cold, she could still catch snippets of conversations and laughter here and there. She sidestepped as a pair of youths ran past, one chasing the other with a wooden sword, and she watched them run down the street. What would it have been like to grow up here, to have a normal life instead of living like a feral dog in the wilderness of Mordor? It would have been less dangerous, certainly. There was little use in dwelling on what-ifs, though, and she pushed such thoughts out of her head. Leaning against a nearby building, she drew her cloak tighter about herself and watched the crowds, letting her mind wander.