[ Valamia is in fact a little too big for the cot she wakes up in. Her legs are left hanging over the edge, tail hanging over the side. She is awake and aware as she keeps staring up at the ceiling. She takes a deep breath and lets out a long exhale. ]
Ugh, who was the one who messed up the portal? [ Slowly she pushes herself to sit upright. A quick look over the area has made something very clear. She is not at all where she intended to be. ] This isn't an alliance ship, is it?
B: Curti Center
[ She's glad when everyone finally arrives at the center. Talk about a possible stroke of good luck. The downside is that even among all the other native races she still sticks out like a giant purple thumb. She wraps her tail as close to around her hip as she can to try and take up a little less space. She collects a couple of pamphlets and tries to read and walk at the same time.
It almost works until she manages to take a wrong step and she tumbles over. The few pamphlets lay on the ground in front of her and she curses under her breath. ]
Ugh...damn different world, taking me from my people. [ Slowly she sits up and rests a hand on her hip. ] Ow, ow ow.
D: Guilds
[ When she finally realizes that she isn't a shaman and cannot commune with the elements anymore she's torn between joy and loss. As much as she was uncomfortable with her abilities it was something she was growing into. Yet she doesn't look for anything close to what she was back home.
Instead she is in Von Oktavia and just outside of the paladin guild. She has her arms folded across her chest and her brows creases together. She taps a hoof on the ground while she keeps taking peeks inside. ]
All you do is walk and suddenly you're able to wield holy power? No being chosen? No obsessive devotion and prayer? This has to be a joke.
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[ Valamia is in fact a little too big for the cot she wakes up in. Her legs are left hanging over the edge, tail hanging over the side. She is awake and aware as she keeps staring up at the ceiling. She takes a deep breath and lets out a long exhale. ]
Ugh, who was the one who messed up the portal? [ Slowly she pushes herself to sit upright. A quick look over the area has made something very clear. She is not at all where she intended to be. ] This isn't an alliance ship, is it?
B: Curti Center
[ She's glad when everyone finally arrives at the center. Talk about a possible stroke of good luck. The downside is that even among all the other native races she still sticks out like a giant purple thumb. She wraps her tail as close to around her hip as she can to try and take up a little less space. She collects a couple of pamphlets and tries to read and walk at the same time.
It almost works until she manages to take a wrong step and she tumbles over. The few pamphlets lay on the ground in front of her and she curses under her breath. ]
Ugh...damn different world, taking me from my people. [ Slowly she sits up and rests a hand on her hip. ] Ow, ow ow.
D: Guilds
[ When she finally realizes that she isn't a shaman and cannot commune with the elements anymore she's torn between joy and loss. As much as she was uncomfortable with her abilities it was something she was growing into. Yet she doesn't look for anything close to what she was back home.
Instead she is in Von Oktavia and just outside of the paladin guild. She has her arms folded across her chest and her brows creases together. She taps a hoof on the ground while she keeps taking peeks inside. ]
All you do is walk and suddenly you're able to wield holy power? No being chosen? No obsessive devotion and prayer? This has to be a joke.