The huntress was surprised as the sound of her footsteps changed. Sand turned to dirt, dirt turned to grass. She had stopped, becoming aware of the solid ground beneath her, the lack of shifting sands catching her off guard for just a moment. Wide, wooden eyes would cover her own as she took in her surroundings. There were no humans in this pathway lined with rock, but surely if there were they would be gawking at this tall woman with the mask and rather revealing outfit. She looked confused, out of her element. And to say that she wasn't would be far from the truth. The masked woman had never left the desert before today. She never felt like she needed to leave the desert, though that was before the banishment. A soft sigh left the huntress's lips as she continued walking, using her spear as a walking stick. The path was beautiful, decorated in dark-colored rocks and green plants. There were animals she had never seen before, but ones she could recognize by description of travelers. Goats and a large boar. They were hairy and large, unlike anything the desert had to offer. Beneath her mask she let out a soft smile of fascination before finding herself before a set of open gates. "This must be the village." She had spent some time studying the language outside of Façade, but her accent was heavy and would definitely give away that she was foreign if her skin and mask didn't do that for her. But without a moment more's hesitation she stepped on through with a nod to the guards.
The village inside was absolutely beautiful. She stood in awe at the flowing hills of green. In the center was a beautiful stone fountain with broken archways surrounding one half. To her left she could see a house behind a stone gate and a stone wall in front of it with a red mailbox sticking out. A ways behind that house was a river that sat beside what she would later know as the Market District of the village. And up to her right at the very top of the hill was the library that she was told to meet at to apply for the guardian job. Apparently there weren't too many other applicants. It didn't surprise her. Not many were brave and or dumb enough to fight with the Shades. Neela of Façade was different, though. She was a brave huntress with experience combatting the Shades and many other creatures. Her spear had tasted much blood and her arrows always shot true. As an outcast with nowhere to call home, this seemed to be the place that the world needed her most. But this place...
"This place is really confusing. Where is all the low, mid and high level housing? Where is their king? Does he reside in the library? That seems like a rather odd place for a king. And that woman... Is she not wearing a mask?" Her eyes caught sight of a white-haired young woman, probably not much older or younger than Neela herself was, in a white dress tending to some white flowers. Her eyes darted around as she delved further into the village. None of the citizens were wearing masks. Each of their attires was completely different from the next, too. So many of her village's rules were being broken in the first few seconds that she was here. Of course, this was not her village, but this place... "Is so very bizarre. What kind of rules govern these people's lives?"
Part of her wanted to just shrug it off, but the absence of everything that she knew in life was itching underneath her skin. How would she be able to conform to this village's rules? How could she change her way of thinking and adapt to a community where rules seemed to be scarce at most? She had not thought this far ahead. She cursed herself, silently of course because verbal cursing was against the rules, and turned her attention up to the library. That was where she could find answers. And if she was lucky it was where she could find a job and a place to lay her head. Crossing the entire length of the desert was nothing short of exhausting... So without further adieu she began climbing her way up the wooden stairs up to the large library atop the tallest hill.
The village inside was absolutely beautiful. She stood in awe at the flowing hills of green. In the center was a beautiful stone fountain with broken archways surrounding one half. To her left she could see a house behind a stone gate and a stone wall in front of it with a red mailbox sticking out. A ways behind that house was a river that sat beside what she would later know as the Market District of the village. And up to her right at the very top of the hill was the library that she was told to meet at to apply for the guardian job. Apparently there weren't too many other applicants. It didn't surprise her. Not many were brave and or dumb enough to fight with the Shades. Neela of Façade was different, though. She was a brave huntress with experience combatting the Shades and many other creatures. Her spear had tasted much blood and her arrows always shot true. As an outcast with nowhere to call home, this seemed to be the place that the world needed her most. But this place...
"This place is really confusing. Where is all the low, mid and high level housing? Where is their king? Does he reside in the library? That seems like a rather odd place for a king. And that woman... Is she not wearing a mask?" Her eyes caught sight of a white-haired young woman, probably not much older or younger than Neela herself was, in a white dress tending to some white flowers. Her eyes darted around as she delved further into the village. None of the citizens were wearing masks. Each of their attires was completely different from the next, too. So many of her village's rules were being broken in the first few seconds that she was here. Of course, this was not her village, but this place... "Is so very bizarre. What kind of rules govern these people's lives?"
Part of her wanted to just shrug it off, but the absence of everything that she knew in life was itching underneath her skin. How would she be able to conform to this village's rules? How could she change her way of thinking and adapt to a community where rules seemed to be scarce at most? She had not thought this far ahead. She cursed herself, silently of course because verbal cursing was against the rules, and turned her attention up to the library. That was where she could find answers. And if she was lucky it was where she could find a job and a place to lay her head. Crossing the entire length of the desert was nothing short of exhausting... So without further adieu she began climbing her way up the wooden stairs up to the large library atop the tallest hill.