Maybe she had taken a wrong turn at the corner store.
Deep purple painted the distant horizon as the first light of the day drew near. A chorus of crickets chirped in an empty field to her left where long grasses wavered in a humid summer breeze. A pair of birds chattered away on the branches of an old withered tree. Seika leaned against a streetlight, illuminated in the wash of its pale glow as she looked over a small paper map. Her long brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail and her clothes were light and comfortable, a pair of blue shorts and a white t-shirt with excess fabric pulled into a knot at her side.
The town had seemed small when she checked it out the night before after they had finished unpacking the moving truck, but clearly she had been overconfident. She knew the streets of her hometown like the back of her hand, but here everything was slower and more… rambling? Unmarked backstreets ran here or there between residential buildings, a few of which she had been silly enough to try to cut through for a shortcut only to end up on a street she couldn’t find on the map. Seika looked up from her map with a faint frown. Better to backtrack or see if someone was around to ask for directions?
For a moment Seika looked back over her shoulder, before shaking her head and returning her gaze to the map. Who else would be out this early, anyway?
Deep purple painted the distant horizon as the first light of the day drew near. A chorus of crickets chirped in an empty field to her left where long grasses wavered in a humid summer breeze. A pair of birds chattered away on the branches of an old withered tree. Seika leaned against a streetlight, illuminated in the wash of its pale glow as she looked over a small paper map. Her long brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail and her clothes were light and comfortable, a pair of blue shorts and a white t-shirt with excess fabric pulled into a knot at her side.
The town had seemed small when she checked it out the night before after they had finished unpacking the moving truck, but clearly she had been overconfident. She knew the streets of her hometown like the back of her hand, but here everything was slower and more… rambling? Unmarked backstreets ran here or there between residential buildings, a few of which she had been silly enough to try to cut through for a shortcut only to end up on a street she couldn’t find on the map. Seika looked up from her map with a faint frown. Better to backtrack or see if someone was around to ask for directions?
For a moment Seika looked back over her shoulder, before shaking her head and returning her gaze to the map. Who else would be out this early, anyway?