Post by Astryd Sorokin on Nov 30, 2010 17:30:37 GMT
Astryd Sorokin landed gracefully behind a huge building, folding her large grey wings, which seemed to melt into her back and disappear. It had been a long flight from America, but she didn't mind that. Flying over herself meant that, although her wings were exceedingly tired and she would probably have a bad back for a few days, she didn't have to see any people. More specifically, she didn't have to be stuck in a small space with a large number of people for hours on end.
She smiled to herself. She was finally here, the place she hoped could give her some answers to her past. Oh, she knew her parents had been held captive in the Shadowford Institute, but that was all she knew. She hoped that actually being in the city that was once home to her parents would give her some more insight.
Naturally, the best place to start, she had decided, was the library. There were bound to be records of centuries past held in the archives, perhaps copies of birth and death records. Who knew? It was outside this very building that she had landed. Flying directly into the city centre was a bit of a stupid risk, she considered in hindsight, but she found it easier to navigate in the air and besides, if the stories were true, people should be used to angels flying overhead. Well, almost-angels, she thought bitterly.
Adjusting the rucksack she wore on her back that carried her few worldly possessions, she took a deep breath and made her way out of the alley and around to the front of the building.
After all, there was no time like the present for looking up the past.
She smiled to herself. She was finally here, the place she hoped could give her some answers to her past. Oh, she knew her parents had been held captive in the Shadowford Institute, but that was all she knew. She hoped that actually being in the city that was once home to her parents would give her some more insight.
Naturally, the best place to start, she had decided, was the library. There were bound to be records of centuries past held in the archives, perhaps copies of birth and death records. Who knew? It was outside this very building that she had landed. Flying directly into the city centre was a bit of a stupid risk, she considered in hindsight, but she found it easier to navigate in the air and besides, if the stories were true, people should be used to angels flying overhead. Well, almost-angels, she thought bitterly.
Adjusting the rucksack she wore on her back that carried her few worldly possessions, she took a deep breath and made her way out of the alley and around to the front of the building.
After all, there was no time like the present for looking up the past.
