[Having missed the earlier excursions to Dorchacht, Rose decides to make use of the new teleported. She’s not sure what to expect. The stories are bad, from what she’s heard, but not terrible enough to remember details.]
[Unfortunately for her, it’s still pretty bad. There’s no masking the concern on her face as she walks through the streets. Her fae transformation hasn’t completely taken hold yet, but she does leave a trail of glitter in her wake.]
[She’s at least able to refrain from any untoward commentary—until she sees a trio of guards walk through the story. She quickly finds the nearest Mirrorbound she can, hoping for safety in numbers.]
What in the seven hells happened here? This can’t be making the citizenry feel better.
[A ‘Bonding’ Experience]
[Subterfuge was never Rose’s strong suit, and that has never hurt more than now. She was walking throughout the city, minding her own business, when she was accosted by a Dorchacht citizen.]
[‘Bonding training’ was what they referred to it as. ‘Torture’ is her name for it.]
[Having neglected to mention having a bond of her own, she was assigned a partner. A cheery, smiling, sunspot of a witch named Marsha. A person who tried to see the bright side of everything, who insists on commenting on the wonders of the city every other minute.]
[Rose hates this. She hates every minute of this. It’s clear they couldn’t have chosen a worse candidate.]
[The majority of Rose’s afternoon is spent trying to elude Marsha. She’ll jump into any door or window she can. She’ll duck into any alleyway. If noticed by another Mirrorbound, she’ll quickly put a finger to her lips.]
Don’t you dare tell her where I am.
[Home Sweet Home...?]
[Finally free of Marsha, Rose decides it’s best to return to the city proper. Before heading home, she first makes a stop at one of the local flower shops in the Haven...]
[...Only to find it covered in graffiti. She crosses her arms and frowns.]
Well, this is pleasant.
[Wildcard]
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Rose | Fae | OTA
[Having missed the earlier excursions to Dorchacht, Rose decides to make use of the new teleported. She’s not sure what to expect. The stories are bad, from what she’s heard, but not terrible enough to remember details.]
[Unfortunately for her, it’s still pretty bad. There’s no masking the concern on her face as she walks through the streets. Her fae transformation hasn’t completely taken hold yet, but she does leave a trail of glitter in her wake.]
[She’s at least able to refrain from any untoward commentary—until she sees a trio of guards walk through the story. She quickly finds the nearest Mirrorbound she can, hoping for safety in numbers.]
What in the seven hells happened here? This can’t be making the citizenry feel better.
[A ‘Bonding’ Experience]
[Subterfuge was never Rose’s strong suit, and that has never hurt more than now. She was walking throughout the city, minding her own business, when she was accosted by a Dorchacht citizen.]
[‘Bonding training’ was what they referred to it as. ‘Torture’ is her name for it.]
[Having neglected to mention having a bond of her own, she was assigned a partner. A cheery, smiling, sunspot of a witch named Marsha. A person who tried to see the bright side of everything, who insists on commenting on the wonders of the city every other minute.]
[Rose hates this. She hates every minute of this. It’s clear they couldn’t have chosen a worse candidate.]
[The majority of Rose’s afternoon is spent trying to elude Marsha. She’ll jump into any door or window she can. She’ll duck into any alleyway. If noticed by another Mirrorbound, she’ll quickly put a finger to her lips.]
Don’t you dare tell her where I am.
[Home Sweet Home...?]
[Finally free of Marsha, Rose decides it’s best to return to the city proper. Before heading home, she first makes a stop at one of the local flower shops in the Haven...]
[...Only to find it covered in graffiti. She crosses her arms and frowns.]
Well, this is pleasant.
[Wildcard]
[Feel free to message me here or on plurk if you’d like to plot something else!]