Ayla creeps through the capital city, her hands clutching a small leather bag to her chest. She moves slowly and with hunched shoulders because it is her first time within a place which held more than 300 people, and the buildings and crowds are strange to her. She licks her lips warily, using her free hand to brush a lock of dark hair out of her eyes; although nervous, interest also glimmers in her hazel eyes as surveys these new surroundings.
BlueWyverkai Wyvern wrote:-Suddenly appears infront of Ayla-
(It was not clear which character you are, so I will leave out his physical description.)
Suddenly, a stranger appears in front of her. Clearly startled, she hastily steps back, unintentionally bumping into a person behind her. The city-dweller doesn't even glance at her, and only rushes on. Ayla's eyes, however, remain locked onto the man who somehow popped out of the thin air before her. Her expression astonished, she opens her mouth, but before she can say anything:
BlueWyverkai Wyvern wrote:-Leaves Ayla, my true love and goes to Ben.-
Ayla blinks into the now-empty spot where the man had been. She remains frozen for a moment, before reaching out to wave her hand in the air where he had stood. Feeling nothing, she sucks a worried breath through her teeth and begins to once again move on. However, now her eyes are shadowed with suspicion as they flick back and forth, watching everything and everyone warily.
"What sort of Capital, what sort of city, would have disappearing men?" she asks the air beneath her breath; and uncertainly, the girl continues to head deeper into the unknown. What shall she find within the heart of the city...?