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Jun. 20th, 2008 09:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Life just got a little weirder for Rachel.
She didn't expect instructions or much more of an explanation, or even a goodbye. She's known the Ellimist far too long to expect anything in the way of courtesy or useful information.
What she didn't expect was the explanation it did give her.
"I thought you said warriors were a big deal here!"
So they are. But that does not mean your appearance will mean nothing to them.
Which made sense, in a warped kind of way. Still in the forest, Rachel has found a sort of pond and is kneeling in front of it, glaring at her reflection. Twenty minutes ago, she was sixteen. Now, she'd put the face staring back at her at her early twenties.
It was strange to think about, though. She's gotten used to her friends getting freaked out by her, but it never had anything to do with how old she was.
"Great," she grumbles to herself, pushing up from the ground with a scowl and starting to walk - the direction doesn't much matter now. "So now I'm lost, I'm alone, I have no shoes, and my clothes don't fit anymore."
An hour later, as a wolf races through the trees, making for the distant sound of open space and the occasional car, her clothes don't really matter.
She didn't expect instructions or much more of an explanation, or even a goodbye. She's known the Ellimist far too long to expect anything in the way of courtesy or useful information.
What she didn't expect was the explanation it did give her.
"I thought you said warriors were a big deal here!"
So they are. But that does not mean your appearance will mean nothing to them.
Which made sense, in a warped kind of way. Still in the forest, Rachel has found a sort of pond and is kneeling in front of it, glaring at her reflection. Twenty minutes ago, she was sixteen. Now, she'd put the face staring back at her at her early twenties.
It was strange to think about, though. She's gotten used to her friends getting freaked out by her, but it never had anything to do with how old she was.
"Great," she grumbles to herself, pushing up from the ground with a scowl and starting to walk - the direction doesn't much matter now. "So now I'm lost, I'm alone, I have no shoes, and my clothes don't fit anymore."
An hour later, as a wolf races through the trees, making for the distant sound of open space and the occasional car, her clothes don't really matter.