1st l o s t s o u l ~ [Action/Voice]

[mmmfilletofsoul]

[There's a rather strange new feather walking around town right now. For one, she seems to have torn off a strip of cloth from around her new-feather dress to blindfold herself, for whatever reason. Despite that, she seems to be getting around just fine...]

[But that's not all! Even if she weren't wearing the blindfold, she's not even trying to watch where she's going. She's too busy leafing through the journal in her hands, occassionally shaking it as though she expects the voices inside to just fall out. And those of you paying attention over the networks have likely noticed that she is holding it upside down as well.]

[In a moment, she stops walking and lets out a very small sigh before stating the obvious to whomever is listening.] I am no longer in the Stendrion Desert, am I.



[[ooc: If you haven't seen her Permissions post, please please take a look at it! I would really appreciate it! <3]]

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[Voice]

[illusional]

I see. So it is a common occurrence for others to arrive here in such a state of confusion as well? That seems rather inconvenient.

Alexis? I am Cheyenne. [She pauses a moment to think.] You wouldn't happen to know where I might locate my own clothing?

[Voice]

[redheaded-rock.livejournal.com]

It is. I arrived myself just a few days ago.

It's good to meet you, Cheyenne. There's a clothing shop in town. Even if you don't find your clothing, there should be something there you can wear.

[Voice]

[illusional]

A clothing shop... [She pauses again, taking only a few steps before she stops again and looks back down at the journal.]

...I am assuming now would be the time where I should tell you that I am what many would consider "blind". Although I am able to see the buildings, they all appear the same to me.

[Voice]

[redheaded-rock.livejournal.com]

Oh. [Right. She should have known that, looking straight into the little video camera.] I'm sorry. I didn't think. Do you want me to meet you somewhere and show you? Or... well, if you can see the fountain, I might be able to direct you through the journal.

[Voice]

[illusional]

The fountain... yes, that must be the source of all the running water I see here, so far from the river. [She can see that, at least. And more clearly than the buildings, since it's moving!]