Second Impressions
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birthright_rpgCian's note had caused Echo to shake off the vestiges of the weird mood she'd been in since the night she'd seen the meteor, and she put the stone he'd left for her where he'd directed her to. Just knowing it was there made her feel more secure.
She'd gotten up at her usual early hour, then had breakfast and did her exercises in the front yard. Sometimes she wondered if her nearest neighbors, the Snyders, ever saw her out there, and if so what they thought of it. Then again, if they thought she was weird, they'd never mentioned anything. That was strangely comforting.
After she did some tidying up, she picked up the keys to the van and locked the trailer up behind her. She wanted to go up the highway to Vegas and catch the Strip before it got crowded. If it was ugly without all the neon, that would make her drawings better, more realistic. She was always looking for ways to expand on her talent, and urban landscapes were good for that in her opinion.
The roads were deserted because of the early hour, and when the hybrid reached the city she parked her vehicle in a metered spot. Dropping coins into the slot, she studied the street. Where was the best vantage point to start from?
She'd gotten up at her usual early hour, then had breakfast and did her exercises in the front yard. Sometimes she wondered if her nearest neighbors, the Snyders, ever saw her out there, and if so what they thought of it. Then again, if they thought she was weird, they'd never mentioned anything. That was strangely comforting.
After she did some tidying up, she picked up the keys to the van and locked the trailer up behind her. She wanted to go up the highway to Vegas and catch the Strip before it got crowded. If it was ugly without all the neon, that would make her drawings better, more realistic. She was always looking for ways to expand on her talent, and urban landscapes were good for that in her opinion.
The roads were deserted because of the early hour, and when the hybrid reached the city she parked her vehicle in a metered spot. Dropping coins into the slot, she studied the street. Where was the best vantage point to start from?
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on 2013-12-22 08:12 am (UTC)Creature features from the fifties? There were probably more. Weird to imagine, maybe, but late-night 'junk food' TV like that would be regarded with a sense of nostalgia in years to come - and here was a demonic woman who seemed to be incorporating it into her entertainment diet. Or possibly education, which would be even stranger. This was the era of increasing media hysteria about 'video nasties', yet Sabra was the proverbial real deal.
"Restrictive," she observed, upon being informed about human society's expectations of gender. "And confusing... That you cannot achieve what you desire. That your lives are fraught with dissatisfaction: The noble years for the freedom of farming, the peasant craves the life of a merchant, the merchant..." A slow shake of head. "Yet, when one reaches out and takes what is yearned for, your culture judges them in disgrace. This is not how it is in my realm."
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on 2013-12-22 09:02 am (UTC)Echo knew that part of what Sabra was saying was true, but not everyone was miserable. Even she was content in her own way, and now that she was trying to work on her issues things would likely improve. It would be slow going, but that was the point.
"I'm sorry you're unhappy," she said carefully. Would Sabra understand the concept of being unhappy? She seemed extremely discontent, but that wasn't precisely the same thing. "Do you like anything about being here?"
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on 2013-12-23 02:13 am (UTC)Chaos, itself, was a matter which could actually be debated with a being like this. Sabra might no longer have full recollection of her time before, but the amnesia wasn't total. She knew a good few things - some accidental, some not.
When Echo said she was sorry, however, that produced quite the facial reaction. It seemed to veer somewhere between surprise and confusion. "'Sorry'...?" She repeated, as if the word were an alien concept. Sabra's eyes narrowing as she spoke it aloud. "Apologies should be..."
It was quite the unexpected response. Sabra seeming to completely ignore the question asked of her, for she appeared on the verge of saying 'forbidden', 'banned' or 'punished'.
"Your kind's constant exhibition of weakness is..."
At that, Sabra turned, silently fuming. She seemed... Frustrated. Angrily so. Had a completely different set of cultural interpretations. Paced in one direction and then the other, growling a little. then stormed back to Echo, proverbial fury in her eyes.
"I should..."
Head tilted, quickly, to one side, like a giant insect. Sabra balling a fist. The apology seemed to have set off a feeling of offence within her. Of being insulted. Or at least, that was how she was externalising it.
She needed to think of something else. Probably more than was realised... This was an actual demonic being getting fired up with anger. Something like that had severe, alarming consequences. Still, though, Sabra seemed to comprehend at least the need for thinking more clearly.
"Sugar," she decided. "Upon flesh... I like that. And the coyote who chases the bird in moving pictures... He hungers, but cannot die. I think he is cursed."