❧ @quicksilversbullet // starter call.
orianna has grown quite used to the unexpected by now; it is the second time she’s found herself ushered into some strange new world at the behest of some power greater than herself, and she has to wonder what makes her so special.
ah, well. at the very least, the young lady has been allowed to keep her companion. the ball has its eye periscoped outward, surveying their new environment with quiet intrigue. entirely unbothered by the inherent oddity of the situation, orianna sets about exploring, excitement at the prospect of learning about yet another new place writing itself plain across her features.
something that seems to have followed her from her previous home, however, is that incessant rattle nestled between her mechanical lungs — a spot of irritation. terra, she finds, is more in line with the memories she has of valoran. magic abounds, and orianna hopes her chances of finding purveyors of components compatible with piltovan techmaturgy are thus improved.
a bit of asking around and a good deal of walking end up carrying her to a sprawling marketplace in the southern sector of the city. more polite inquiry toward outdoor vendors directs her to a shop tucked in an alleyway that is much larger inside than its facade would suggest. the walls are lined with shelving and displays for all manner of technology; some of it from the modernity she’d just left, and some of it less so.
the man behind the counter perks up when she walks in, and tells her exactly where she can find the fine repair tools and tiny gears she seeks without her needing to say a word. the ball tilts in confusion, but orianna simply thanks him and locates the indicated shelf. there is another customer at the adjacent display — a young man, blond, currently very absorbed in looking at what appeared to be... lenses, she thinks. boxes with little lenses affixed to their fronts.
❝ hello, ❞ she greets out of courtesy, not wanting to be impolite when so close to the man’s space. the offending rattle follows her words, but she tries not to pay it much mind. the ball wanders off to look at the shop’s other wares, and orianna begins rifling through the bin of delicate gearwork with care.
