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.
(OC)

 

thegildedapple started following you.

thegildedapple:

jathora:

“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?”

“You’re in London, Miss.”

{How could she not know where she was?  That’s a bit odd, and Flora shifts her stance just slightly, in case she turns out to be crazy.}

“Are you feeling well?” 

“…A little woozy, but I think that was from getting here!” Jathora frowned. London? She hadn’t heard of this place before in her life. Oh well, what’s new is just another adventure waiting! Plus, she could make sure this place was untouched with any wrongdoing from her place or origin.