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To Rosaria, it felt like minutes when she arrived at a little village south-western of her home. It wasn't the direction she intended to go, but she could at least find a place to rest, feed, and maybe eat actual food. As she rode up to the village, she slowed her pace so as not to appear gallivanting into an unknown area. She was being stupid to leave her house and try to travel outside of Afukira, anyways. Not to mention the only creatures she'd ever come to contact with are those from Afukira alone and perhaps a traveler or two. Though her cat-folk told her many stories of the world of Daughtris, Rose had always wanted to experience it for herself. It never dawned on her before now that she could do anything she wanted, living alone.
Gerune strode into the village merrily, greeting other horses with snorts and whinnies. Rose dismounted outside of a small stables that was nearly invisible and tied Gerune up. She didn't know if it cost anything to do so, but she did it anyways. Not many people, she would assume, would be pleased with a newcomer if a newcomer brought a stinky, sweaty, troublesome horse into town. Where to go first? Rose marveled. It was still pretty much desert, but Rose knew if she traveled directly south or south-east, she'd find her way into Lightwake, to a place where the ground you walk on lives and breathes.
She was given many strange looks as she walked, but she wanted to see how other people lived. One could say she is a girl for culture. She smiled at people who stared at her, dazzling them. As she traveled maybe two blocks, someone finally confronted her. Mind, it wasn't very nice, but it would do. "Who're you?" Said a one-handed man.
Rose didn't let the man frighten her. With her hand extended to his good arm, she said proudly, "Name's Rosaria. Who might you be?"