Wrinkling her nose at the guard who shoved her through, Kida paused briefly to examine the strange device in her hands. The guard had called it a "journal," yet she could not understand how one wrote in something with no paper. Still, she opened it and marveled as it lit up. "YAHD-lu-goh-nikh..." The glowing page was covered in symbols and the same characters Milo taught her belonged to many Romantic languages. The other "page" was filled with buttons, each labeled with a character. Kida cocked her head at the device, almost tempted enough to wander to a corner simply to experiment with it. Had the need to know what was happening been any less, she would have done so.
Instead, she closed the strange journal and looked around, wondering who would have the answers she needed. People bustled back and forth amongst the ornate architecture. It was truly a thriving city. Most went on without a thought to anything else. Some stared as they walked past not just at Kida, but anyone coming through the gate. A few looked as confused as she was. And yet the crowd was speckled with people who were dressed slightly different who seemed to know what they were doing; they must be assimilated newcomers who had gone through exactly what she had just experienced.
Not far Kida caught sight of a youth wearing a hood up. While most might assume it was someone who did not care to be bothered, Kida had no equivalent thought process in her culture, and not many people in the crowd had hoods to wear, let alone wore them up.
With a hold firm enough only to to catch the girl's attention, Kida took her by the shoulder. "You are from elsewhere, too, are you not? Why have I been brought here? What took me?" Leave it to Kida to be blunt and to the point.
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Instead, she closed the strange journal and looked around, wondering who would have the answers she needed. People bustled back and forth amongst the ornate architecture. It was truly a thriving city. Most went on without a thought to anything else. Some stared as they walked past not just at Kida, but anyone coming through the gate. A few looked as confused as she was. And yet the crowd was speckled with people who were dressed slightly different who seemed to know what they were doing; they must be assimilated newcomers who had gone through exactly what she had just experienced.
Not far Kida caught sight of a youth wearing a hood up. While most might assume it was someone who did not care to be bothered, Kida had no equivalent thought process in her culture, and not many people in the crowd had hoods to wear, let alone wore them up.
With a hold firm enough only to to catch the girl's attention, Kida took her by the shoulder. "You are from elsewhere, too, are you not? Why have I been brought here? What took me?" Leave it to Kida to be blunt and to the point.