But it wasn't Addy.
No, a masked man opened the door, a scoff seasoning his voice as he replied to her lengthy and hurried question.
Penelope crept back to the road, and hung by the gate. She had to go somewhere next, but she did not know where. Finally, she trailed the general flow of other walkers about the street and she hoped that she might blend in for a bit while she thought of her predicament. Then, she heard the lullaby again.
By now, Penelope thought it must be a fashionable song. Antiva was not too distant from Orlais, and Orlais seemed to gobble up whatever art it could, twisting it with trifle and fancy. But Penelope had not recovered her strategy yet, and so, she trailed the music with dutiful steps that lacked hope. She followed the song into a beautiful garden, and to her surprise, she looked up upon a wall to see her old friend - different, older maybe? Or swallowed by city like all the foreign songs, dances, and art covered in its ornate bile.
No, a masked man opened the door, a scoff seasoning his voice as he replied to her lengthy and hurried question.
There is no girl here of that name. Go away,he said, the door punctuating his last word.
Penelope crept back to the road, and hung by the gate. She had to go somewhere next, but she did not know where. Finally, she trailed the general flow of other walkers about the street and she hoped that she might blend in for a bit while she thought of her predicament. Then, she heard the lullaby again.
By now, Penelope thought it must be a fashionable song. Antiva was not too distant from Orlais, and Orlais seemed to gobble up whatever art it could, twisting it with trifle and fancy. But Penelope had not recovered her strategy yet, and so, she trailed the music with dutiful steps that lacked hope. She followed the song into a beautiful garden, and to her surprise, she looked up upon a wall to see her old friend - different, older maybe? Or swallowed by city like all the foreign songs, dances, and art covered in its ornate bile.
Addy?She breathed. She took two slow steps, her mind making sure before she broke from the crowd. Then, she ran, or more so, scrambled madly, towards her friend. She must have looked a peasent - clothes threadbare and shoes limp - only the elegance of a single thick braid so neatly plaited, with wisps of hair that frayed around her face like an ancient lace doily. She hopped up onto the wall and threw herself onto her friend with the eagerness of a long lost pet. Finally, a shelter that meant more than the soulless shade of a tree or a bench in a foreign town. Her beautiful friend, who's beauty lied not in her colorful eyes or her fashionable figure.
Addy, Maker, I've been looking everywhere. I don't know what's going on,Penelope drew back to inspect her old friend, supressing a wild laughter that broke out of her. Her face cracked with a smile like dried mud cracking in the heat of the sun. The warmth of her love filled her face. She gave up strangling it down as it as it shook out her with a few tears.
"I followed the trail you left me. Sometimes I lost it- Are you safe here?"She looked around suddenly, smoothing the cracks of herself, hands dirty, like a new and uncertain potter might spin the wet clay.
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