Post by Alma on Jan 27, 2019 15:10:12 GMT -5
Alma had been standing there for some time now. Just how long had she been? It felt like an eternity, really, doing nothing but staring at the tent and pondering her choices.
After she had arrived in Traverse Town and come across the flyer still in her hands, the young Conjurer had made fast friends with a rather strange boy, a suspicious signature on the paper gave her a vision of this place, with its strange metal wires in the sky and the tents that littered every shadowy corner. Largest of all was this one, apparently not a part of the usual attractions, and the closer she came to it the stronger she felt the pull that had brought her here, until the urge to leap through the entryway was almost unbearable. Frightened by the implications of such an enchantment, she had backed away once she'd realized what it was, and had been standing many a foot away ever since.
Eventually, she found herself retreating further to take a seat upon a bench- A scene which had quickly become rather familiar in this venture of hers. Frustratingly so, in fact, as she'd much rather spend the time expanding on her knowledge, as she'd been promised the chance to do, but instead it felt as if her time was being wasted as this 'Kinley' person yanked her from one place to another without a single word since the first letter.
Alma looked over the flyer once more. It had advertised a number of attractions in a show that would supposedly take place inside that huge tent, the stars being a magical machine of some description and a so-called 'invincible lady' who could catch anything, but neither really sounded important to her. What had really brought her here was, again, that signature at the bottom with its shining golden script. Alma was starting to wish she hadn't read it and gotten afflicted by its spell, as her inability to stop thinking about it had even made her head ache. By now, she would have already stepped in just to get rid of that enchantment, but... She just didn't feel she could trust it.
And so, she waited, wasting time by sulking about her wasted time as she tried (and failed) to dispel her worries of what dangers may be inside. Had no one ever snapped her out of this trance, she may have sat there forever.