[ action // accidental video ]

[bookbending]

[The video opens to a view of the fountain and a small pair of feet clad in unusual, tight-fitting red boots. The audio feed is little more than the buzz of many voices overlapping, words lost in the crowd.

The little feet shift, pace, and occasionally vanish out of sight. After a time, the owner of the feet sits on the fountain's edge, coming into view. She's young and petite; her billowing outfit, tied at the waist, is all subdued red-browns and yellows. Her dark brown hair is pulled into an off-center bun.

The girl looks around with wide brown eyes. It's clear that she's surprised and nervous and very possibly overwhelmed by the busy City Square, but there's no panic or jitteriness in her movements. With an air of calm grace, she draws her legs up and settles into a meditative position.]

I wish I had brought a book.

[Her eyes close. The feed times out long before she moves.]


[ooc: Er... this does not happen at the same time as the goat-slaughtering post.]

Comments

[tangledintower]

Oh, it's not an actual place, it's this...well, it's hard to describe. It's what we use these little phone things for, to communicate and put messages up on it and stuff.

[bookbending]

Ohhh. [She looks at the magic-talking-box-thing skeptically.] I don't think my dad would use one of these. He's old-fashioned.

[tangledintower]

I'd never seen these before I got here. They take some getting used to.