[ Yona had actually felt... relief at being turned away from the castle upon arrival. She had been approaching it with considerable reluctance to begin with, even though it looked nothing like any castle she had ever seen before. Certainly like nothing from her home - which was at least somewhat reassuring. But as they're refused entrance, there's a very visible slump of relief in her posture, a faint loosening of the grip she has about the ragged and travel-worn cape that drapes around her slight figure.
Her faded red cloak hides most of her appearance and she's bundled tight against the chill, but if someone peers at the right angle, one can catch a sight of delicate features and wide violet eyes. Of hair so vivid a shade of red that it looks like a fiery dawn - loose and curling around her face although it falls down to her shoulders beneath her hood.
It's only once she ventures into the city square that her hood is tossed back, almost defiant in the face of those wary and untrusting stares. It's the fearful she carefully ventures to, the ones who look exhausted and wan and spent in the aftermath of whatever terrible trial she has missed by her late arrival. Such faces aren't unknown to her and she wanders among them, trying to help even when they watch her distrustfully. Some she offers drink to, or help in finding a place to rest nearby. One she offers a bandage too when she spots a still-bleeding wound.
Oblivious to those who follow her with their stares, she helps who she can, and it's only after a long while to this end that her long journey and her efforts here start catching up with her and her energy starts to wane. She hadn't bothered to get any rest or refreshments for herself yet and, having just left a similar scene in her own world before arriving is dampening even her normally buoyant spirits. In between helping, she pauses to sink down on a bench outside a tavern, lifting a hand that shakes slightly to wipe her hair back off her face, the curls now tangled and limp.
Her eyes are sad and worried as she scans the square full of grieving people. Not paying attention to who else might be nearby, she murmurs to herself, ]
It seems that there's no escaping scenes like this...
B. MARKETS OF THE COAST
[ Kyst reminds her so strongly of Awa that Yona immediately feels much more at home here. Even though there are no familiar faces in the market or the harbor, she wanders among the merchant stalls with a smile. When bid, she might comply with sampling wares or taking a taste here and there, admiring the pretty fabrics, although she inevitably wanders past without a purchase, even if something here or there might catch her eye for a long moment. A pretty hairpin, a fan. Surprisingly enough, a well-crafted bow and an ornate quiver - even though a much simpler one is currently hooked over one of her shoulders.
She spends a great deal of time in the markets and although she doesn't seek out any of the others currently perusing the stalls, she's not opposed to pausing to converse with anyone who comes up to talk to her, turning to greet them with a warm - if somewhat reserved - smile.
Eventually, however, her wandering does bring her within earshot of the curious-looking cat waving down people for help. It's enough to pique her curiosity to venture over and hear him out. Eyebrows furrowing into a concerned frown as she listens to his plea, her fingers stroke against the curve of her bow as she casts an uncertain look in the direction of the river. There are others who have come to listen as well, some of them looking much more competent at fighting than she.
But after a moment of debate, it's clear she's not letting that slow her down. She lifts her chin in a determined gesture, her lips pressed into a stubborn line. ]
If this creature is luring innocent people to their doom, something must be done about it.[ She turns to look at the person beside her. ] Will you help as well?
C. BEYOND THE CITIES
[ The moment she had heard of the Gods Wood, Yona had ventured out in that direction. She is solemn and respectful as she ventures in past the shrines. Her fingers curl around the gold coin that is pressed into her palm and she bows deeply to the giver before venturing a little distance away.
Hands clasped together, she pauses to kneel before the offering bowl, bowing deeply in deference, her movements graceful and familiar, even though it's been a long time since she's had the freedom to visit such a place. Her offering is given and she offers up a prayer to whatever gods can hear her in this strange land. She does not offer a wish - she is too new here to know the consequences of such an action, if there are any, but there are memories dancing in her mind.
The warmth of perching in her father's lap as a child is the first and most prominent as she blinks back the sting of tears at the memory of her dearest departed. But there are happy memories of those she is now separated from that arise as well. The steady strength of Hak's hand on hers as he helps her straighten her bow, or as he wraps around her protectively. The camaraderie of days spent with her four guardians and Yoon on the road. She misses them fiercely already and she's only just arrived here.
Rubbing at her stinging eyes, she sends up a prayer for their safety and that they aren't too worried about her, wherever they are. That whatever gods are watching over all of them will keep them safe. And her, too, if they've the attention to spare.
Feeling a little silly for crying here, she straightens a little too quickly and bumps into someone else who had also come to make an offering. Her head comes up quickly, her eyes reddened with unshed tears, as an apology quickly springs to her lips. ]
Yona | Akatsuki no Yona
[ Yona had actually felt... relief at being turned away from the castle upon arrival. She had been approaching it with considerable reluctance to begin with, even though it looked nothing like any castle she had ever seen before. Certainly like nothing from her home - which was at least somewhat reassuring. But as they're refused entrance, there's a very visible slump of relief in her posture, a faint loosening of the grip she has about the ragged and travel-worn cape that drapes around her slight figure.
Her faded red cloak hides most of her appearance and she's bundled tight against the chill, but if someone peers at the right angle, one can catch a sight of delicate features and wide violet eyes. Of hair so vivid a shade of red that it looks like a fiery dawn - loose and curling around her face although it falls down to her shoulders beneath her hood.
It's only once she ventures into the city square that her hood is tossed back, almost defiant in the face of those wary and untrusting stares. It's the fearful she carefully ventures to, the ones who look exhausted and wan and spent in the aftermath of whatever terrible trial she has missed by her late arrival. Such faces aren't unknown to her and she wanders among them, trying to help even when they watch her distrustfully. Some she offers drink to, or help in finding a place to rest nearby. One she offers a bandage too when she spots a still-bleeding wound.
Oblivious to those who follow her with their stares, she helps who she can, and it's only after a long while to this end that her long journey and her efforts here start catching up with her and her energy starts to wane. She hadn't bothered to get any rest or refreshments for herself yet and, having just left a similar scene in her own world before arriving is dampening even her normally buoyant spirits. In between helping, she pauses to sink down on a bench outside a tavern, lifting a hand that shakes slightly to wipe her hair back off her face, the curls now tangled and limp.
Her eyes are sad and worried as she scans the square full of grieving people. Not paying attention to who else might be nearby, she murmurs to herself, ]
It seems that there's no escaping scenes like this...
B. MARKETS OF THE COAST
[ Kyst reminds her so strongly of Awa that Yona immediately feels much more at home here. Even though there are no familiar faces in the market or the harbor, she wanders among the merchant stalls with a smile. When bid, she might comply with sampling wares or taking a taste here and there, admiring the pretty fabrics, although she inevitably wanders past without a purchase, even if something here or there might catch her eye for a long moment. A pretty hairpin, a fan. Surprisingly enough, a well-crafted bow and an ornate quiver - even though a much simpler one is currently hooked over one of her shoulders.
She spends a great deal of time in the markets and although she doesn't seek out any of the others currently perusing the stalls, she's not opposed to pausing to converse with anyone who comes up to talk to her, turning to greet them with a warm - if somewhat reserved - smile.
Eventually, however, her wandering does bring her within earshot of the curious-looking cat waving down people for help. It's enough to pique her curiosity to venture over and hear him out. Eyebrows furrowing into a concerned frown as she listens to his plea, her fingers stroke against the curve of her bow as she casts an uncertain look in the direction of the river. There are others who have come to listen as well, some of them looking much more competent at fighting than she.
But after a moment of debate, it's clear she's not letting that slow her down. She lifts her chin in a determined gesture, her lips pressed into a stubborn line. ]
If this creature is luring innocent people to their doom, something must be done about it.[ She turns to look at the person beside her. ] Will you help as well?
C. BEYOND THE CITIES
[ The moment she had heard of the Gods Wood, Yona had ventured out in that direction. She is solemn and respectful as she ventures in past the shrines. Her fingers curl around the gold coin that is pressed into her palm and she bows deeply to the giver before venturing a little distance away.
Hands clasped together, she pauses to kneel before the offering bowl, bowing deeply in deference, her movements graceful and familiar, even though it's been a long time since she's had the freedom to visit such a place. Her offering is given and she offers up a prayer to whatever gods can hear her in this strange land. She does not offer a wish - she is too new here to know the consequences of such an action, if there are any, but there are memories dancing in her mind.
The warmth of perching in her father's lap as a child is the first and most prominent as she blinks back the sting of tears at the memory of her dearest departed. But there are happy memories of those she is now separated from that arise as well. The steady strength of Hak's hand on hers as he helps her straighten her bow, or as he wraps around her protectively. The camaraderie of days spent with her four guardians and Yoon on the road. She misses them fiercely already and she's only just arrived here.
Rubbing at her stinging eyes, she sends up a prayer for their safety and that they aren't too worried about her, wherever they are. That whatever gods are watching over all of them will keep them safe. And her, too, if they've the attention to spare.
Feeling a little silly for crying here, she straightens a little too quickly and bumps into someone else who had also come to make an offering. Her head comes up quickly, her eyes reddened with unshed tears, as an apology quickly springs to her lips. ]
Oh, I'm so sorry! Are you alright?