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@jasmine

*throws forum door open and bursts into room* “I’m back! I made i–” *Stops talking realizing everyone is staring at me like I’m crazy* “uh…sorry to interrupt. I was..um. Hi. I’m back.”  *waves awkwardly*

*runs over and hugs you “yay!!! I’m not the only one who is really super awkward in these situations!!!! Like I’m being right now!!!! Welcome to the club!!!”*

FYI I really liked your last post. I’m looking forward to “meeting” your  new character.🙂

Thank you! 😀 I can’t wait to see how Dan interacts with Gwen and all of y’all too, LOL

@rose-colored-fancy

Awesome post! I can’t wait to learn more about Dancrow!

Thanks! And your last post really showed how different Gavril and Liorah are, yet how they really go so well together; if you know what I mean! XD

DANCROW CART

After tapping rather timidly, I admit, on the glass, the guy turns around and peers at it suspiciously. There are, I can see now, a couple of girls with him, and suddenly my appearance is the most important thing to me in the moment.

I spit on my hand and try to slick back my wild hair, then remember my face. It is completely black. Excel had handed around a little container of soot to smear our faces so as to conceal the shine of our skin. I know, from having looked at the rest of the gang, that all you can see are the eerie whites of my eyes.

“Dag Wrasts! (great warblers!)” I exclaim. Well, there’s nothing I can do about it. The guy and the girl — they look somewhat alike, siblings? — are working at the glass sheet with daggers. Hmmm, daggers? Come to think of it, now that I am at least slightly calmer, I see that they are dressed rather oddly. Like traveling desert people from the desert plains in the country of Nickiv, the kind I saw in the cinema two years ago. I shake my head, unable to comprehend it all. I wonder what they are doing in here, anyhow. It looks like a cave.

Part of me wants to try pushing on the glass to help, but I don’t know if that would make them think I was aggressive. I also push back the desire to keep a hand on my gun; they don’t seem aggressive themselves — in fact, they are bickering.

Finally, the glass comes loose and the guy lowers it to the ground. I realize that I am standing there like a total idiot, staring. Then the girl says,

““Ummmm, welcome, I suppose. You can die with us if you like.”

I clear my throat, my usually quick mind at a loss. Nice welcoming committee. Then I can’t help but think of what they’re thinking about me, and the corner of my mouth draws up into a lopsided grin. “Howdy, names Cart. Dancrow Cart.” I hold out my hand, then glance at my black palm and draw it across my shirt before putting it back out again. “Nice costume,” I say, looking the guy up and down. “And where exactly am I? I have no idea how I got here, so I can’t tell you, but I do know that I would like to get out.”