3rd l o s t s o u l ~ [Action]

[mmmfilletofsoul]

[Cheyenne is lost. The whole village still looks weird and there are things all over the ground in the most inconvenient places. And although she feels quite indifferent about her costume for the most part, those high-heels have done nothing but gotten in her way with every step she takes. Literally, as a matter of fact. She was just on her way out when she stumbled on her feet, tripped on a pumpkin, and slammed into a wall. No real harm done, save for her bruised pride. Unfortunately, this habit of tripping is beginning to become more than just an occasional blunder: she's tripped at least 12 times since leaving her apartment.]

[As it stands now, she was just on her way back to community house 6 when, after spending more time watching the ground than counting the buildings as she walked by, she found herself in a section of town she couldn't immediately recognize. She even took a chance and peeked her eyes over the edge of her new red blindfold to see if she could more readily recognize the area. But really, without a point of reference, it was no use.]

[She soon gives up and decides to sit on the edge of one of the small bridges around town, dangling her feet over the edge just above the river and probably wishing she could just kick those awful shoes right into the water.]



[[ooc: If you haven't already done so, please check out Cheyenne's Permission Post! And as an extra side note, for the most part, she isn't going to be able to see anyone's costume. Unless it's something that completely changes their basic shape. And even then, she might assume that's how they look normally.]]

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[illusional]

[A pause. Is this relief...? Yes. That must be it.] I suppose that I am, yes.

Though I am still in disbelief over the lack of hostility I was met with. That is something to which I am still adjusting.

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

I heard you were pretty open about it. [Since his journal was snatched away] Everyone probably appreciated the honesty.

[illusional]

A few of them said as much, yes. Although I have never truly lied about what I am, I have never been allowed to live so openly among other creatures. Perhaps at this rate I might even be able to form close social bonds with those living here.

[This is how she says "friendship". Just roll with it. There's a pause as she aimlessly taps her shoulder with that scepter in thought.]

I can't seem to recall a time when I have done so in the past.