{Prompt C: Amulet Network} Hello? How does this work? This little stone does so much for our lives, but how? I don't seen any mechanisms in it. And they said you can talk to others.
If so, Finn? Are you out there? Maybe not.
Is this actually working?
[The imagery is of a girl with mousy brown hair pulled back, tapping at her stone, a curious look on her face.]
{Prompt D: the Knights who Say...} As a scavenger, this is something she's actually good at. Gardening and plant life, not so much, but finding things? Yes! At least, that's what she said when he had mentioned the offer.
She had gathered a backpack of climbing equipment as well as something to wrap the shrub in to bring it home to the man. Little did she know there was more to this than just a shrub, but for now, this is her job and she intends to do it well.
As are other people, apparently. She saw someone else climbing the hill and frowned about it. "I need to find the shrub first..." She told herself, scurrying over a rock and sliding down a short hill.
{Prompt G: Goldfish and Carrots} With two crates of carrots stacked on top of each other an balanced in both arms, the girl could barely see where she was going, but further more, in a plastic bag was filled with water, and one tiny gold fish. She was asked to deliver the carrots to a house, and offer the fish to the daughter of the house as a gift.
Which meant she was taking extra careful steps to not jostle the fish in the bag (like she had started to). He warned her it was delicate and can't be swished around. It only made the job harder, but the pay would be well enough. The carrots were already paid for to the farmer. The money she received would be for her for delivery.
As she started to cross a dirt road from the market towards a farm she nearly got ran over by some man and his pack animal. "Hey! Can't you see I have to be careful here!" She called, feeling frustration seep into her body. A light flicker of red smoke came off the back of her head and fluttered away on the breeze. Her frustration not lasting long.
Rey | Star Wars | ota: will match format
Hello? How does this work? This little stone does so much for our lives, but how? I don't seen any mechanisms in it. And they said you can talk to others.
If so, Finn? Are you out there? Maybe not.
Is this actually working?
[The imagery is of a girl with mousy brown hair pulled back, tapping at her stone, a curious look on her face.]
{Prompt D: the Knights who Say...}
As a scavenger, this is something she's actually good at. Gardening and plant life, not so much, but finding things? Yes! At least, that's what she said when he had mentioned the offer.
She had gathered a backpack of climbing equipment as well as something to wrap the shrub in to bring it home to the man. Little did she know there was more to this than just a shrub, but for now, this is her job and she intends to do it well.
As are other people, apparently. She saw someone else climbing the hill and frowned about it. "I need to find the shrub first..." She told herself, scurrying over a rock and sliding down a short hill.
{Prompt G: Goldfish and Carrots}
With two crates of carrots stacked on top of each other an balanced in both arms, the girl could barely see where she was going, but further more, in a plastic bag was filled with water, and one tiny gold fish. She was asked to deliver the carrots to a house, and offer the fish to the daughter of the house as a gift.
Which meant she was taking extra careful steps to not jostle the fish in the bag (like she had started to). He warned her it was delicate and can't be swished around. It only made the job harder, but the pay would be well enough. The carrots were already paid for to the farmer. The money she received would be for her for delivery.
As she started to cross a dirt road from the market towards a farm she nearly got ran over by some man and his pack animal. "Hey! Can't you see I have to be careful here!" She called, feeling frustration seep into her body. A light flicker of red smoke came off the back of her head and fluttered away on the breeze. Her frustration not lasting long.