paixaorpg | Something isn't... quite right. [Solo/Complete]

Character(s): Yun
Content: Yun makes her entrance into Paixao, and is somewhat confused.
Setting: Muspelheim Gate
Time: Early Saturday afternoon
Warnings: None, unless the fact that I suck counts. :')

The wind was gone. She remembered how it felt against her face, and made her cloak flap about during the ritual. She could still sense Chris's despair at her fate. She recalled the excitement she felt at the opportunity to become a spirit; the joy, the honor of it, for her soul would be eternal.

Yun opened her eyes, expecting the familiar sights and sounds of Kuput Forest, ones she would get to experience in a new light. She smiled at the thought, yet was instead greeted by flames of gold and a long line of very impatient-looking people. One of whom stood behind a booth just ahead of her, tapping his pen against a pad of paper impatiently and clearing his throat. He wanted her name, apparently, and she gave it quite happily: "Yun. It's nice to me--"

"...Right, then," the blonde man replied, swiftly cutting her off and thrusting a peculiar-looking metal box into the girl's hands. "Welcome to Paixao."

"Paixao..." She furrowed her brows thoughtfully for a moment, turning the strange box over and over again in her hands. How odd... Shaking her head, she smiled up at the man sincerely. "Well, thank you very much, sir!"

But he did not notice, for he had moved his attention onto the next person in line. Unfazed, Yun moved forward, entering the city for the first time. It was certainly impressive -- she'd never been to an actual city before. Yet something felt... off, somehow.

Intuition told her that the ritual had gone well. Her sacrifice had not been in vain, for the seal had been lifted. If all this was so, and she trusted that it was, then why was she here? She had served her purpose, unless there was still another task she needed to perform, something she had failed to foresee...? Strong spiritual powers or no, she was not a god of any sort. Just a mere prophet; certainly she couldn't predict everything.

It was when she took notice of the plants that she realized what felt so strange about the place. The tree she happened upon was lovely, very pretty to look at... but completely devoid of life. Even so, she approached, taking slow, careful steps, and pressed her palm up against it gingerly. She knew what to expect, though:

Nothing.

The sensation (or lack thereof) sent chills down her spine, and she shivered.

Still, she smiled in her usual serene way. She would get her answers soon enough.