Sarai could have sworn the last thing she'd heard was the Calling--but now, she was not on the star-strewn vista it created. Instead, she's (almost, but not quite) thankful to see a train.
A train.
Well, at least the script on the side proved it wasn't a certain train she'd encountered before, so maybe it was safe...not that she was entirely thrilled to be absent her bow or her armor. The clothes weren't entirely strange, but strange enough--that hood would never fit over all her horns. What were they thinking??
The Train
Peering at the screen on tiptoe, she glances at the color of her shirt. If this is a uniform (she guesses), she's Purple, and thus she's on meal duty.
"Well!" That's said brightly to no one in particular, and she smiles, clicking her clawed hands briefly over the screen without any real intent to try to make it do anything. "At least cooking's something I can do, and do well, also!"
She certainly seems pleased with herself!
Departure
Train is starting to move?? Having something like sense, Sarai throws herself into a seat and hangs on for dear life. She's been literally thrown about before, and she has absolutely no desire to repeat the process, though her eyes are quite wide as the train shifts into the Void. That's more disturbing to her than she'd really care to admit...
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Sarai could have sworn the last thing she'd heard was the Calling--but now, she was not on the star-strewn vista it created. Instead, she's (almost, but not quite) thankful to see a train.
A train.
Well, at least the script on the side proved it wasn't a certain train she'd encountered before, so maybe it was safe...not that she was entirely thrilled to be absent her bow or her armor. The clothes weren't entirely strange, but strange enough--that hood would never fit over all her horns. What were they thinking??
The Train
Peering at the screen on tiptoe, she glances at the color of her shirt. If this is a uniform (she guesses), she's Purple, and thus she's on meal duty.
"Well!" That's said brightly to no one in particular, and she smiles, clicking her clawed hands briefly over the screen without any real intent to try to make it do anything. "At least cooking's something I can do, and do well, also!"
She certainly seems pleased with herself!
Departure
Train is starting to move?? Having something like sense, Sarai throws herself into a seat and hangs on for dear life. She's been literally thrown about before, and she has absolutely no desire to repeat the process, though her eyes are quite wide as the train shifts into the Void. That's more disturbing to her than she'd really care to admit...