Post by StaolDerg on Apr 23, 2023 13:30:06 GMT -5
Isikila fidgeted with the notebook in her hand, trying to think of something to write down. Her community was expecting her letters every few weeks, and while her grades sent home were quite satisfactory, she hadn’t really been outside of many places besides the classroom and the library. Lusatia itself was a strange new land, and she knew her younger cousins would never forgive her if she didn’t have something to tell them about the world across the oceans while there.
Though her heavily accented Common had just barely navigated her to the bus stop where she’d boarded the grumbling steel beast, she could feel the curious glances at her wings and metal-scaled dress at her back as she glanced out the window.
Kazimierzgrad’s buildings had a fair amount of wooden components. Some of the lower-class homes they passed by, for example, were wooden everywhere but the chimney and the building where she’d got her papers signed at the port had an entire wooden floor without any sort of protective layering like the many hazardous sweatshops her community worked at in Merritaun back home. She wondered how they fought fires here if they ever arose. Did they have firefighting wells or pumps connected to water systems to pump out water in an emergency? Or what about that strange blazing red automobile she’d seen at the port, with the massive tank on its flatbed covered in pipes and that strange wheeled apparatus?
The bus rounded a corner, and as she held on through the bumpy maneuver, she felt the vehicle slow to a stop. She looked up at the window, and seeing the University’s large buildings across the street, grabbed the backpack beside her and rose to her feet, ducking to avoid colliding with the roof.
Her classes were at a large building across the campus, and to get there she had to cross a large swath of the campus that resembled a park: well-kept lawns crossed with a cobbled path shaded by dozens of trees, bushes, and shrubs planted along the extent of the crisscrossing avenues. There were seats beneath this foliage too, and even though classes would not start for about another half-hour, they were almost wholly vacant, save for the stray crow here and there.
As she reached the center of the park, she saw why: a sizable crowd was gathered around a statue– who the carved figure resembled seemed largely eclipsed by the large banners and flags that students had wrapped around it, almost totally obscuring it. The demonstrators seemed greatly agitated, offering pamphlets and trying to spark conversation with anyone who would listen. Her curiosity getting the better of her, she approached the eager demonstrators.
Though her heavily accented Common had just barely navigated her to the bus stop where she’d boarded the grumbling steel beast, she could feel the curious glances at her wings and metal-scaled dress at her back as she glanced out the window.
Kazimierzgrad’s buildings had a fair amount of wooden components. Some of the lower-class homes they passed by, for example, were wooden everywhere but the chimney and the building where she’d got her papers signed at the port had an entire wooden floor without any sort of protective layering like the many hazardous sweatshops her community worked at in Merritaun back home. She wondered how they fought fires here if they ever arose. Did they have firefighting wells or pumps connected to water systems to pump out water in an emergency? Or what about that strange blazing red automobile she’d seen at the port, with the massive tank on its flatbed covered in pipes and that strange wheeled apparatus?
The bus rounded a corner, and as she held on through the bumpy maneuver, she felt the vehicle slow to a stop. She looked up at the window, and seeing the University’s large buildings across the street, grabbed the backpack beside her and rose to her feet, ducking to avoid colliding with the roof.
Her classes were at a large building across the campus, and to get there she had to cross a large swath of the campus that resembled a park: well-kept lawns crossed with a cobbled path shaded by dozens of trees, bushes, and shrubs planted along the extent of the crisscrossing avenues. There were seats beneath this foliage too, and even though classes would not start for about another half-hour, they were almost wholly vacant, save for the stray crow here and there.
As she reached the center of the park, she saw why: a sizable crowd was gathered around a statue– who the carved figure resembled seemed largely eclipsed by the large banners and flags that students had wrapped around it, almost totally obscuring it. The demonstrators seemed greatly agitated, offering pamphlets and trying to spark conversation with anyone who would listen. Her curiosity getting the better of her, she approached the eager demonstrators.
