Nymoria glanced around the large city streets, her eyes tracing the large crowds that she had - until recently - managed to avoid in the world of TerraSphere. Her ears pressed down towards the top of her head as she felt the waves, upon waves, of words and noises pounding against her. The entire experience caused a physical discomfort for her - something that she would have far preferred to have avoided entirely, if she'd had the choice.
But you don't have the choice, and that's the issue. She'd been sent by a figure back in Honeyhome - a simple enough request. Head to Stokbon, retrieve some supplies, return to Honeyhome. Nothing too complex, or so she'd thought. Now that she was here, however, she had a feeling this was about to be far more complex than she'd originally anticipated.
Excuse me...excuse me! I just...need some help...hey! Oh come on...I just need some...some direct-oh, there they go again...
She sighed in frustration as another individual skittered away from her - a slight look of what seemed to be fear, or something else, upon their face. At first, she'd assumed it was her appearance - slightly dishevelled, due to her days spent hunting the woods outside of Honeyhome and the surrounding area. When she'd started to notice that there were few individuals like herself - beastfolk, or anything truly non-Human - she'd begun to question that thought.
Gods above, I hope they didn't send me to a place that is racist towards beastfolk...that will make this far more difficult...
Deciding to move forwards, she skirted down another alleyway, before coming out on a similar street. She still had no idea where she was, no idea how to get to where she needed to go - the only thing she knew for sure is that she was lost in an oversized city that appeared unwilling to welcome her for whatever reasons it kept to itself.
If I can help it, I'm never coming back to this city...going to keep to myself in the woods like a proper Caenis...hunting all day long, no people staring at me funny, no one acting like I'm some sort of...beast...
She found herself giggling at the irony. She'd chosen to play the beastfolk, because, who wouldn't? She'd never expected that it would cause problems like not being able to talk to people - in a world where beastfolk existed. The entire situation felt ludicrous to Nymoria, but she was determined to find ways to work around it. They need their package...they're going to get their package. She knew that she'd find a way to succeed, no matter what it took - so long as it didn't resort to violence.
Okay...come on Nym, just need to find the local apothecary. That shouldn't be too hard...right?