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H E A T H E RXD E V E R E U X
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Location: Aires - Marlboro
Dialogue Color âĻ #8A4E62
Thought Color ⧠#3A0012
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H E A T H E RXD E V E R E U X
_____ T H EXA R T I S T _____
Outfit: Link Here
Location: Aires - Marlboro
Dialogue Color âĻ #8A4E62
Thought Color ⧠#3A0012
While Heather couldn't genuinely say that the ride to Marlboro was the most unpleasant one she had ever been on - while notably different, the journey was definitely similar to Megabus rides and road trips that offered little room and sometimes an inability to stop an actual restroom to use the bathroom - she was ecstatic upon learning that they were arriving in a place where they could freely stop for a little bit of comfort. She had held her tongue when they first arrived in front of the guards, staring the men down when their gazes seemed to linger on her for far too long. Great. I get trapped in the Seven Kingdoms and racism is everywhere, she thought sourly, sending the guards one final cold look as they passed through without trouble. Soon, though, Heather was distracted by the throng of people and honestly this picturesque visage of life in the city. It didn't matter that this wasn't a city as she had learned to know them, but it was one reminiscent to the depictions in museums and text books of the past when she had to study different time periods. Her hands ached, once more, to paint this, to bring it to life on canvas. Yet and still, Heather had no such materials and pouted inwardly as she followed Haru to where they would be staying.
"Yes, definitely," Heather replied immediately upon Tallyho wanting to know if they were getting something to eat. In fact, Heather had only readily nodded when Tallyho turned her gaze to her in question of who everyone who room with. It seemed only natural that Heather would go with the blonde. At the moment, though the only person she truly seemed to have any issues with was Ron even with his unexpected show of excitement during the day, it was only between Tallyho and Angela that Heather would choose to be in a room with. Them or that Dorian guy. He was somewhat frigid, sure, but Heather wasn't going to deny to herself when someone was attractive. Not the time, she had tell herself, shaking her head before going with Tallyho and the others to find food. Eventually, they did and it was definitely more delicious than the biscuits and gravy, though that might have something to do with satisfying the sweet tooth Heather had with what she learned the other night had been banya. Eventually, though, they had all finished their food and began to wander about, taking in the sights of this land none of them were familiar with. It must've been the artist in her - the one who had helped with set design during her freshman year for a play over on Morehouse's campus - that was drawn to a tent where she heard loud laughter.
"Hey, guys, let's go over here," she called out loud enough for them to hear her, already steps ahead as she bound over, not even paying attention to who followed her or not. She couldn't help it; she was intrigued and upon seeing that it was a play, Heather couldn't help but be interested. She remembered reading about how playwrights like Shakespeare wrote about the political issues of the age in jesting manners, oftentimes hiding negative opinions by colorful words and exaggerated actions from his various characters. And considering the large amount of people within the tent, watching raptly, Heather couldn't help but become one of them, unaware of having needed to pay before entering.
"Yes, definitely," Heather replied immediately upon Tallyho wanting to know if they were getting something to eat. In fact, Heather had only readily nodded when Tallyho turned her gaze to her in question of who everyone who room with. It seemed only natural that Heather would go with the blonde. At the moment, though the only person she truly seemed to have any issues with was Ron even with his unexpected show of excitement during the day, it was only between Tallyho and Angela that Heather would choose to be in a room with. Them or that Dorian guy. He was somewhat frigid, sure, but Heather wasn't going to deny to herself when someone was attractive. Not the time, she had tell herself, shaking her head before going with Tallyho and the others to find food. Eventually, they did and it was definitely more delicious than the biscuits and gravy, though that might have something to do with satisfying the sweet tooth Heather had with what she learned the other night had been banya. Eventually, though, they had all finished their food and began to wander about, taking in the sights of this land none of them were familiar with. It must've been the artist in her - the one who had helped with set design during her freshman year for a play over on Morehouse's campus - that was drawn to a tent where she heard loud laughter.
"Hey, guys, let's go over here," she called out loud enough for them to hear her, already steps ahead as she bound over, not even paying attention to who followed her or not. She couldn't help it; she was intrigued and upon seeing that it was a play, Heather couldn't help but be interested. She remembered reading about how playwrights like Shakespeare wrote about the political issues of the age in jesting manners, oftentimes hiding negative opinions by colorful words and exaggerated actions from his various characters. And considering the large amount of people within the tent, watching raptly, Heather couldn't help but become one of them, unaware of having needed to pay before entering.