May 5, 2018
Dear gods above.
Kenna gripped her quarterstaff so hard her knuckles were white, hoping that if she held tight it would hide the shaking. She knew she probably looked as out of place as she felt, given that she could immediately tell that even her clothes were far different from everyone else’s, but she also felt like if she swapped her cloak for anything that she might break.
But standing there like a fool wasn’t helping her either.
“Excuse me. Um...” She realized only after opening her mouth that she didn’t have much to say. “... Hello.” Brilliant.