Snippet #2769906

"The Bright?" Syra thought to herself. She'd heard stories of the place but had never ventured there. It was outside of Theory's former sphere of influence. As she thought of what awaited her she was startled by the commotion outside that caused the carriage to stop abruptly. A gunshot sounded and she could hear the faint sound of a splash in the distance followed by a few voices and the doors opening. She swallowed nervously as the sunlight filled the compartment before her eyes adjusted and she found herself looking a more than a few familiar faces. People she was sure she'd never seen again once they'd parted ways. She slid over so she was leaning against the wall of the carriage, her own way of trying to minimize her presence, she smiled sheepishly and offered a small wave.

"Small world..." she muttered.