@erratam
It had been two weeks since she had left her room. She had hoped The Traveler was just not pleased with her being in this city, regardless of her lack of choice in the matter. The pranks, weren’t doing anything. Her journal entries. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. She was going absolutely stir crazy in her room. And she was running out of paints.
As she made her way into the city, empty hearted, but trying her best. She looked around for anyone interesting. Her eyes locked on a bandanna-ed red haired guy with an eyepatch. She rushed him, skipping quickly and falling into time with him.
“Woah dude, you know you totally look like a pirate! So where’s your ship Mr. Pirate?” She’s teasing mostly but she leans in probably too close to someone she has never met or interacted with in her life, “I like your red hair, it looks like fire! My friend Caleb has red hair too but it’s not as bright, yours is almost like red paint!”
