@cloudystriker
This whole world was like a sort of endless maze. It wasn’t just because of her horrible sense of direction, no- it was all of the things here that seemed so simple, so obvious to everyone else. They all operated the devices with ease, understood their functions as clearly as if they were nothing grander than a pair of socks.
Hey, they probably were. Where these people were from, anyways.
She’d found one of these contraptions when she’d first entered her hut- it was lying on a shabby table beside a shabbier bed, a cord leading from its end into the wall. Considering that she had only been given the basics, she figured that whatever this was, it must be fairly important to life in this place.
So, obviously, it was important to learn how to use it.
But, she was so nervous about this whole thing. She felt like going up to someone and asking about this would be like asking someone how to walk! Stupid, stupid, stupid. So she let these anxieties consume her, until, after days of thinking and thinking, she cornered a young looking man to seek her answers.
“Um. Hello, hi. Sorry to bother you.” No, Merrill! When you want something, you have to start out strong! “Could you help me with something? There’s this. Thing in my house, and I don’t know what it is. I think it’s some kind of machine, but we don’t really have things like that where I come from.”
