Compared to the sea of water that surrounded the island she was previously on, the sea of sand was much, much more preferable. The boat couldn't have reached land soon enough. It was dreadfully boring; the girl could only keep herself occupied for so long on such a tiny piece of footing that was a boat. No ship would ever have been big enough for her tastes.
Although the civilization was also enclosed by walls, it was obvious this was not the Village of Stone. (...How unfortunate. It would have been convenient to return to a place I was at least familiar with.) But, her primary goal was met; she off that dreadful moon island. Where she ended up afterwards was only a minor concern, and beggars couldn't be choosers afterall.
...And Kuroyuki surely had the appearance of a beggar. No money, no food, and rags. Again. Why was she always wearing rags? She was in rags her whole memorable life. (Maybe its time for an outfit change. My body is certainly different...) Making a mental note to her list of objectives; Where she was, get some food, get equipment. She was going to be busy.
It made her feel...strange? She realized that one of her hearts was beating at a quickened pace, sped up from a slight boost in adrenaline, and joined by a grin across her face. (I'm...excited?), she questioned. Then again, after such a monotonous trip that she was awake every single second off, pleasing a bored insomniac was hardly much of a challenge. So yes, she was excited of what this place had in store for her.
Or maybe she was just hungry.
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Although the civilization was also enclosed by walls, it was obvious this was not the Village of Stone. (...How unfortunate. It would have been convenient to return to a place I was at least familiar with.) But, her primary goal was met; she off that dreadful moon island. Where she ended up afterwards was only a minor concern, and beggars couldn't be choosers afterall.
...And Kuroyuki surely had the appearance of a beggar. No money, no food, and rags. Again. Why was she always wearing rags? She was in rags her whole memorable life. (Maybe its time for an outfit change. My body is certainly different...) Making a mental note to her list of objectives; Where she was, get some food, get equipment. She was going to be busy.
It made her feel...strange? She realized that one of her hearts was beating at a quickened pace, sped up from a slight boost in adrenaline, and joined by a grin across her face. (I'm...excited?), she questioned. Then again, after such a monotonous trip that she was awake every single second off, pleasing a bored insomniac was hardly much of a challenge. So yes, she was excited of what this place had in store for her.
Or maybe she was just hungry.
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