Post by Summer on Mar 23, 2020 22:21:00 GMT -6
Colbagne was...big. At least it was to her eyes. Summer's old gang had lived a more "rustic" life than this, sleeping in dens dug out from the earth, or under the stars. She remembered how they would scoff at people like this, townies they often called them. People who were too soft to hack it in the wild, so they made the wild around them soft instead. Yet despite this prejudice, she couldn't help but stare with wide eyes at the silouhette of the city before her. Spires of pearly stone reached to the sky among shingled roofs and windows made of colored glass. It was a beautiful sight, yet also an alien, intimidating one. Could she really make a life here? She didn't even know for sure whether the Guild would take her. What if she wasn't strong enough to join? What if they laughed at her? What if they threw her out? What if they saw her for what she was, a barbarian brigand playing at heroism? What if, what if?
The Houndoom's orange-furred throat flashed as she swallowed nervously, her arrowhead tail flicking about her hocks. Her stomach felt like it was twisting into knots. She had trekked across the entirety of the kingdom to stand here, before the gate of the guildhall, and yet in that moment she wanted nothing more than to turn tail and scurry away. Maybe her brother had been right, then, she thought ruefully. Too cowardly to ever commit, whether that commitment was to robbing a caravan or enlisting with the explorers guild.
For a few moments more, she remained frozen in place. Then, she lifted a slightly-trembling paw, and took a step. Then another. And another. And another, and another, up to the heavy wooden doors. She had come too far to chicken out now. Another deep breath to steady herself, and she dipped her head, setting her horns against the worn wood, then leaned forward, pushing the door open and slipping inside. A dull thump echoed behind her as it swung shut, leaving her to look around. Inside the guildhall, the air was dusty and cool, and heavy with the scents of numerous species of Pokemon, many of which she didn't recognize. The vagabond hesitated by the door, glancing around with uncertainty. Perhaps, she ought to have asked who was in charge of guild recruitment before actually coming here...