07-26-2009, 04:23 PM
Anyes' eyes flicked to the new, strange young man. Immediately something caught her attention. Wings! The newcomer had folded them discreetly behind his back, but Anyes could still see their golden sheen in the dim light. She'd seen people with wings before - there had been small, sylvan people back home with iridescent wings like dragonflies. This man, however, had a far more impressive pair.
His clothing was strange to her, but, then again, everything here was strange. The people, the languages...Anyes drew her knife warily, even though the expression on the stranger's face was not threatening. One could never be too sure, not in a place - or a time - like this.
The wind was picking up, and the chute-like streets of the city acted as wind tunnels. It raced past them and pulled little tendrils of Anyes' hair out of its pinning. The air began to smell like rain.
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