Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2014 22:46:52 GMT -5
Elsha wasn't certain she liked this method of travel - it wasn't as though she had any other choice, though, really. While it would have been nice to fly from her home - once she had reached the surface, of course, it wasn't often that she strayed from the dark depths of the ocean - there was just too much risk. All it would take is losing too much of her covering, and she would burn. The thought alone was enough to make the Asrai consent to something else, in remembered pain.
As a result, she found herself transported by a... 'connection of the school' was all she had gotten, and that was, unfortunately, all she would get. In the dead of night, scooped up - willingly, though, not captured - to ride in a covered basket the rest of the way. It was dark - nice and dark, cool and dark, but she knew that she would have to adjust to seeing in the light eventually. Elsha had practiced that first day, in fact, wearing her cloak, socks, gloves, and hood, peering out into the daylight from her perch on the passenger-side seat. It had... hurt. The brightness was so foreign, so strange, squinting out into the world and trying to make sense of it without the normal shadows that plagued her world.
Though she kept her covering on, Elsha didn't come out for the rest of the trip, remaining curled up in the bottom of the woven basket, the scrunched up blanket thrown over her in place. It wasn't the most comfortable of transportation - it was odd for someone who had spent their entire life in the water. Still, it was almost over - her dark-skinned 'contact', dressed in weird human clothing and wearing weird human things over his eyes - had promised her that they would be there today. Today! She couldn't decide if she was a bundle of nerves, or if she was excited. Was it possible to be both? Maybe.
If there was one thing it was, it was hungry - the fish that she had been bought in the store was gross. Cooked fish? Whatever that cooking was, she wanted nothing to do with it.
"We're here." The low grumble of the voice of her tall, dark companion sounded - adult, he was an adult, she thought, she couldn't tell with these strange males - and she jerked within the basket, reaching up to push the blanket away with her grey flipper-y hands - it was so weird having these strange gloves on - and then her head followed, popping up to peer from the vantage point she had at the school. It was... big. That was about all she had, brow furrowing beneath her hood as Elsha stared up at it. Was that normal? She didn't know! She hadn't paid a lot of attention to the buildings... Maybe she should have, oops.
A cough startled her, and after a quick glance at her companion, the Asrai disappeared underneath the blanket once more, which brought the uncomfortable feeling of weightlessness as her basket was picked up, car door shutting loudly behind, every swing measured, every footstep careful. There were voices - multiple voices, and at least some were girls (she wasn't sure what the difference was between girl and boy voices?) - and for a moment, she was torn between peeking out at them, or just staying hidden forever. What would be best?
For now, though, the footsteps and movements came to a halt, her tall companion standing within the room, not talking to anyone, before she felt a bump - he had set her down on something, she wasn't sure what. "You take care, miss," he told her, and then she could hear his footsteps fade.
Did she... Did she peek out of her basket? Dare to see who was there? Humans!
As a result, she found herself transported by a... 'connection of the school' was all she had gotten, and that was, unfortunately, all she would get. In the dead of night, scooped up - willingly, though, not captured - to ride in a covered basket the rest of the way. It was dark - nice and dark, cool and dark, but she knew that she would have to adjust to seeing in the light eventually. Elsha had practiced that first day, in fact, wearing her cloak, socks, gloves, and hood, peering out into the daylight from her perch on the passenger-side seat. It had... hurt. The brightness was so foreign, so strange, squinting out into the world and trying to make sense of it without the normal shadows that plagued her world.
Though she kept her covering on, Elsha didn't come out for the rest of the trip, remaining curled up in the bottom of the woven basket, the scrunched up blanket thrown over her in place. It wasn't the most comfortable of transportation - it was odd for someone who had spent their entire life in the water. Still, it was almost over - her dark-skinned 'contact', dressed in weird human clothing and wearing weird human things over his eyes - had promised her that they would be there today. Today! She couldn't decide if she was a bundle of nerves, or if she was excited. Was it possible to be both? Maybe.
If there was one thing it was, it was hungry - the fish that she had been bought in the store was gross. Cooked fish? Whatever that cooking was, she wanted nothing to do with it.
"We're here." The low grumble of the voice of her tall, dark companion sounded - adult, he was an adult, she thought, she couldn't tell with these strange males - and she jerked within the basket, reaching up to push the blanket away with her grey flipper-y hands - it was so weird having these strange gloves on - and then her head followed, popping up to peer from the vantage point she had at the school. It was... big. That was about all she had, brow furrowing beneath her hood as Elsha stared up at it. Was that normal? She didn't know! She hadn't paid a lot of attention to the buildings... Maybe she should have, oops.
A cough startled her, and after a quick glance at her companion, the Asrai disappeared underneath the blanket once more, which brought the uncomfortable feeling of weightlessness as her basket was picked up, car door shutting loudly behind, every swing measured, every footstep careful. There were voices - multiple voices, and at least some were girls (she wasn't sure what the difference was between girl and boy voices?) - and for a moment, she was torn between peeking out at them, or just staying hidden forever. What would be best?
For now, though, the footsteps and movements came to a halt, her tall companion standing within the room, not talking to anyone, before she felt a bump - he had set her down on something, she wasn't sure what. "You take care, miss," he told her, and then she could hear his footsteps fade.
Did she... Did she peek out of her basket? Dare to see who was there? Humans!
