There was quite a lot of sand in the place. It was hot, and Katherine was thankful she wasn't wearing heavy clothes. She had been walking since the crash, first crawling, until she found a rock she could use to help reset her leg. It was painful, but she had long learned that anything that wasn't immediately lethal wouldn't kill her in the long run. She rested for half an hour, stood, and started limping onwards until finally, her stride evened out after several hours. It hurt like hell, but she wasn't going to wait around at the crash site.
Dried, sandy blood was smeared across her face and down her front; thankfully, the cuts had closed, but they were still raw. In the distance, she could see some town and adjusted her direction to accommodate. Around the city, she found rockier terrain, dusty but solid, which was a relief after the day of trudging through loose, hot sand.
Her eyes were wide as she approached, staring unashamedly at the various milling aliens as they spoke their strange languages. To herself, she tried to emulate the weird clicking, or the throaty warbling, or the harsh growling. None of it made sense to her, but there were humans here as well. They were people she could understand, though that understanding was stilted. They spoke a near-identical language, but sometimes they used words or phrases that felt out of place. It was strange and frustrating, and she didn't like it.
She moved on without a sound, surveying the buildings as she slowly walked past. She disapproved of building anything on the sand, but she did realize there likely wasn't anything else on this dust ball to work with. She passed establishments with strange signs; they had words she couldn't read, and that made her angry. Why couldn't they have a picture instead of dumb words?
Still, with nowhere else to go and nowhere else to be, she chose a random building with blue color on its sign. She liked blue; it was the same color as her clothes. She moved to push the door aside when it instead slid quickly into the wall, making her jump. She glared but entered regardless, warily watching, though for what she didn't know.
"Hello?"
@Killa Ree @Darasuum
Dried, sandy blood was smeared across her face and down her front; thankfully, the cuts had closed, but they were still raw. In the distance, she could see some town and adjusted her direction to accommodate. Around the city, she found rockier terrain, dusty but solid, which was a relief after the day of trudging through loose, hot sand.
Her eyes were wide as she approached, staring unashamedly at the various milling aliens as they spoke their strange languages. To herself, she tried to emulate the weird clicking, or the throaty warbling, or the harsh growling. None of it made sense to her, but there were humans here as well. They were people she could understand, though that understanding was stilted. They spoke a near-identical language, but sometimes they used words or phrases that felt out of place. It was strange and frustrating, and she didn't like it.
She moved on without a sound, surveying the buildings as she slowly walked past. She disapproved of building anything on the sand, but she did realize there likely wasn't anything else on this dust ball to work with. She passed establishments with strange signs; they had words she couldn't read, and that made her angry. Why couldn't they have a picture instead of dumb words?
Still, with nowhere else to go and nowhere else to be, she chose a random building with blue color on its sign. She liked blue; it was the same color as her clothes. She moved to push the door aside when it instead slid quickly into the wall, making her jump. She glared but entered regardless, warily watching, though for what she didn't know.
"Hello?"
@Killa Ree @Darasuum
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