OOC
Minecraft Username: 2kelp
Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes
Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes
(Optional) Were you referred by someone? If so, who: Dinomono
In-Character
Read the following prompt:
The rhythmic lull of hoofbeats are a marching drum to the small group of pioneers and variety of folk you have found yourself amongst, packed into a wobbling wagon. The rolling plains of the Southern Reach and a clear sky stretch out all around you, the buzz of excited chatter a dull wash in your ears as your mind strays to your former life and what has led you here to new lands.
“Nervous?”
You blink, returning to the present moment. A kindly older woman sat near you is smiling warmly with a crinkle to her eyes.
“I can tell it’s your first time. Still remember mine,” she flashes a grin and leans in.
“Tell me my dear, why have you come to the Reach?”
How do you respond (in character)? (150 words minimum)
A mean dame equally as old as the one sitting across looks out the wagon window flap, her cold demeanor killing the other's warmth.
She wore body-length garments, symbols of the Divine Gardeners and Zodiacs filling the empty spaces on the gown.
A sharp glance, she gave a harsh look through her veil upon the question "Nervous?".
The wagon bumbles along...
“I can tell it’s your first time. Still remember mine,” The other old woman states and grins.
The crone's voice rasped like gravel. "A stone stump is what makes this land so special? Pah, it's pathetic."
She was fidgeting with her various baubles and trinkets. Healing crystals and phonie future-reading cards rattled in the bag below her seat.
...
"This place is nothing. Once you've seen one green expanse in the caravan you've seen them all."
She recalled her young Falstoner days, life on the caravan trail was simpler.
She had been adopted by the Greatlings and Fey-people when she was a young girl, her isolated farm pillaged by thieves, parents murdered.
But she knew no more of her old Human family. She missed her good-as-blood Greatling sister.
...
An awkward silence fills the wood and cloth confines for a few minutes.
...
The hag exhales as the kind woman speaks again; “Tell me my dear, why have you come to the Reach?”
As the veiled dowager turns to face the other woman she places both hands of boney fingers interlocked on her robed lap. " I don't owe you any answers."
She glared at the nice lady, sagged jowls and a crooked nose making up her melted face.
...
The wagon bumps up and down before it reaches its destination. The haggard picks up her belongings and gives the woman the privilege of an answer:
"I'm visiting my great nephew."
She disembarks.
Character Name: Mother Lucretia 'Worsena' Westmott
Character Race: Human
Character Age: 90
Brief Physical Description: A short and wrinkled woman with olive skin.
Often wears body-length garments that hide most of her figure except her face, which even then is covered by a translucent cloth veil.
