Post by Myrra on Apr 7, 2014 5:29:25 GMT -5
A near limitless amount of information liable to be accessed by a simple click of a fingertip, the Grande Archives has been the kind of destination that Myrra always wished to step in. Though, due to her fear of all kinds of things, it took her quite a while to collect enough courage and push herself to travel all the way to Gradia. So far, she's glad she managed to finally be here.
As per Gradian fashion, Myrra has equipped herself with the current trend most of the young girls here are into. For that, she's currently wearing a light pink shirt with her shoulders bare, a red short skirt and striped stockings reaching up to her thighs. With how common it is for the teenagers here to dye their hair with unnatural bright colors, Myrra's red hair fits in perfectly with them and any normal person would mistook her to be a Gradian.
Even as she enters the Archives, the librarian had called her and warned her to not make any scene and be respectful. Myrra could only fearfully nodded, wondering if her choice of clothes made her look like a delinquent of the sort. As she traversed further into the building, the magnificent structures awed her to the ground.
Her small steps are quiet, as her eyes are busy gazing everywhere. She looks like a lost lamb from afar, not knowing where to go and how to use anything, and all she did for the past 5 minutes is circling around the same spot, fearful to get lost within the Archives.
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As per Gradian fashion, Myrra has equipped herself with the current trend most of the young girls here are into. For that, she's currently wearing a light pink shirt with her shoulders bare, a red short skirt and striped stockings reaching up to her thighs. With how common it is for the teenagers here to dye their hair with unnatural bright colors, Myrra's red hair fits in perfectly with them and any normal person would mistook her to be a Gradian.
Even as she enters the Archives, the librarian had called her and warned her to not make any scene and be respectful. Myrra could only fearfully nodded, wondering if her choice of clothes made her look like a delinquent of the sort. As she traversed further into the building, the magnificent structures awed her to the ground.
Her small steps are quiet, as her eyes are busy gazing everywhere. She looks like a lost lamb from afar, not knowing where to go and how to use anything, and all she did for the past 5 minutes is circling around the same spot, fearful to get lost within the Archives.
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