Above Us, Only Sky {Open}
Jan 14, 2020 8:12:20 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jan 14, 2020 8:12:20 GMT -5
She was expecting some district in the city she grew up in, the city she once ruled, and instead found a bustling boulevard inhabited by - what were they, exactly? The manner of their dress seemed familiar. This was about as comforting as discovering aliens from some strange planet shared your fashion sensibilities which is, to say, not very comforting at all. With her back pressed up against one of the buildings, the small sheep stood perfectly still, save for her eyes, which darted from side to side, trying to take in each new, unusual sight.
"What are they-" she started, and stopped, because there wasn't a good answer to that question or any of the other questions running through her head. A few of the faces in the crowd looked at her curiously, momentarily registering just as much confusion about her as she had about them, before they went back to gawping at the lavishly decorated buildings that lined the street. Finally, she felt able to move, and she moved quickly, zig-zagging awkwardly through the crowds and the moving forest of legs, and out to the other side of the street.
The other side of the street didn't offer much more than one she was trembling on earlier, but there was a potted plant. Behind that there was enough space for her to sit and shelter herself from the unfamiliar, and enough time, hopefully, to work out what to do next.
"-they're dressed like mammals, but what's, and everything's- where's the entrance for small mammals in that place, oh, that's a fire code violation and no mistake," clad still in the bright orange prison uniform she'd arrived in, with her guard down, she chatted incessantly to herself, making up for a lack of conversation, "whoever's in charge of signing that one off has some serious explaining to do..."
And so she continued to natter to herself until this strange world made sense, or until somebody came along to ask why a sheep dressed up like an escaped prisoner was talking to herself while hiding behind a large potted plant.
"What are they-" she started, and stopped, because there wasn't a good answer to that question or any of the other questions running through her head. A few of the faces in the crowd looked at her curiously, momentarily registering just as much confusion about her as she had about them, before they went back to gawping at the lavishly decorated buildings that lined the street. Finally, she felt able to move, and she moved quickly, zig-zagging awkwardly through the crowds and the moving forest of legs, and out to the other side of the street.
The other side of the street didn't offer much more than one she was trembling on earlier, but there was a potted plant. Behind that there was enough space for her to sit and shelter herself from the unfamiliar, and enough time, hopefully, to work out what to do next.
"-they're dressed like mammals, but what's, and everything's- where's the entrance for small mammals in that place, oh, that's a fire code violation and no mistake," clad still in the bright orange prison uniform she'd arrived in, with her guard down, she chatted incessantly to herself, making up for a lack of conversation, "whoever's in charge of signing that one off has some serious explaining to do..."
And so she continued to natter to herself until this strange world made sense, or until somebody came along to ask why a sheep dressed up like an escaped prisoner was talking to herself while hiding behind a large potted plant.