What do you want? Oh, I guess you're reading this to find out who I am? Well lemme tell ya right now, you're not gonna know shit until you actually talk to me. But for starters, I guess you should know my name--Jathora. But that's all I'll say.
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Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
thegildedapple started following you.
Strange. Wherever she was, it must have adapted from her own world, because she could read signs on high poles and recognized some building structures…otherwise, some things were technologically backwards to her. This must be a more underdeveloped part…
A pair of eyes were on her. Jathora could feel them, and she turned quickly on the defensive to find—
A kid. Good, she thought she might have run into trouble. But then again…she didn’t like the energy she felt from this girl all at the same time. She crossed her arms and managed a greeting…sort of.
“Hello? Can I help you?”
“Hello miss!”
{She seemed so confused… that was why Flora had stopped to look at her, but now she dropped into a curtsy, every bit a perfect English Lady. Even with the defensive, angry sort of aura the woman seemed to project.}
“It’s a pleasure to meet you. My name is Flora Reinhold.”
“What’s yours?”
“Flora, huh?”
…
Yeah, she had something about her. But at least she could fake sweet. Jathora remembered when she’d do that at a young age apart of the crew to guilt vendors into feeding them. Which she was never thanked for.
“Call me Jathora. By the way, where am I?”
