_astrcphile

You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” ((How do you respond?)) A tent? Out here? With all the shacks and cabins, Tsuyoi questioned why the tent was out here as she thought to herself, considering all the shacks and cabins. Wouldn't those be more comfortable? It couldn't be another Orc, the tent was too small and it was muggy and humid. She didn't like this heat, as it clung to her. It felt nothing like the desert. Curious to what the tent was about, she'd crouch down, her height being too tall compared to the tent. The tent didn't have much in it, just this elder woman and cushions. Candles sat on top of medium sized crates in candle holders. The light of the candles lit up the interior of the tent. She saw a robed figure sitting on the floor on a cushion. She couldn't immediately make out the race of the figure. The figure then lifted their head up, revealing to be an elderly woman, appearing to be a human. Tsuyoi watched as the woman scanned her face, her expression staying neutral as she watched the woman closely. What brought her here? Tsuyoi was going to answer that question, until the woman had completely changed her tone and diverted away from the question. Its her? "What do you mean its me?" She was confused. She was just a normal Orc traveling. What about her was so special? She then sat, listening to what the woman was asking her to do. She felt like she wanted to get angry, confused about what would be so special about her. Her curiosity, however, kept her there. She folded her legs under her weight, her head still barely touching the top of the tent. "Tell you... My story??" She didn't know what to say, but she was going to try. "I don't know where to start because theres a lot. But I was just traveling, exploring the land outside where I live. I don't know much about my mother.. I don't think I ever met my mother. I've always been told that I'm strong, that I could take on anything that comes in my way... But.." There was a pause, what was she trying to say? "But... I don't see or feel that in me."

You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” ((How do you respond?)) A tent? Out here? With all the shacks and cabins, Tsuyoi questioned why the tent was out here as she thought to herself, considering all the shacks and cabins. Wouldn't those be more comfortable? It couldn't be another Orc, the tent was too small and it was muggy and humid. She didn't like this heat, as it clung to her. It felt nothing like the desert. Curious to what the tent was about, she'd crouch down, her height being too tall compared to the tent. The tent didn't have much in it, just this elder woman and cushions. Candles sat on top of medium sized crates in candle holders. The light of the candles lit up the interior of the tent. She saw a robed figure sitting on the floor on a cushion. She couldn't immediately make out the race of the figure. The figure then lifted their head up, revealing to be an elderly woman, appearing to be a human. Tsuyoi watched as the woman scanned her face, her expression staying neutral as she watched the woman closely. What brought her here? Tsuyoi was going to answer that question, until the woman had completely changed her tone and diverted away from the question. Its her? "What do you mean its me?" She was confused. She was just a normal Orc traveling. What about her was so special? She then sat, listening to what the woman was asking her to do. She felt like she wanted to get angry, confused about what would be so special about her. Her curiosity, however, kept her there. She folded her legs under her weight, her head still barely touching the top of the tent. "Tell you... My story??" She didn't know what to say, but she was going to try. "I don't know where to start because theres a lot. But I was just traveling, exploring the land outside where I live. I don't know much about my mother.. I don't think I ever met my mother. I've always been told that I'm strong, that I could take on anything that comes in my way... But.." There was a pause, what was she trying to say? "But... I don't see or feel that in me."