Timestamp: 26th of Summer 511
(continued from The Gaping Maw)
Hayii looked all around her, not sure what to believe. That stone face's mouth had been just behind her...hadn't it? She wasn't sure; she'd been too hypnotized by the voice to notice. She walked backwards with deliberate movements.
The street didn't look very familiar, but she told herself it was due to the state of mind she'd been in when she came.
She turned when the street did, and found herself standing in front of three giant, yellow wooden cubes firmly planted in the ground, blocking the road. I-it can't be a dead end! I came from here! There hasn't been any side streets so far; I simply must have come from here!
Thinking this didn't make the weirdly-shaped building in front of her any less real, though.
Okay. Don't panic. I'll just tell him the truth when he finds me. It might make me look like an idiot who can't even control her emotions, but nothing can explain my being here in any satisfactory way, so I might as well be honest and take my punishment when he... finds... me...
The last words almost drowned in the blasting wave of realization that washed over her mind. He wouldn't find her. The city seemed ever changing, and here was enough people of all sorts for her to drown in the masses - nobody noticed her. She couldn't believe her luck - or was it luck? So many coincidences... the chance of this happening was one in a million, and yet it had happened. Could a god have done it? Maybe they'd decided that whatever bad thing she'd done in her former life was now paid for... but how could she survive in a foreign city with only her clothes and...
The backpack. This proved to her that it had to be an act of some god; she'd been given provisions for her stay. She opened it as nonchalantly as possible, trying to make it look like she was merely trying to find something down there.
There was the little cotton bag her owner - no, former owner - kept his toiletries in which she'd often seen when she was holding the mirror for him; a bigger cotton bag containing a week's worth of bread and salted meat; and some thick, blue felt with buttons on it - probably a cloak, she thought. In the backpack's side was a small, open room with the handle of a little knife sticking up from it, and next to it was a bigger room closed with a button. She opened it and saw an abundance of gold-rimmed jewels. She reminded herself to thank the gods as soon as she had some privacy; she sure didn't want to attract people's attention now.
She examined her surroundings with fresh eyes. The yellow wooden construction in front of her bore a sign with the text "The Cubacious Inn" written on it.
An inn. This must sure be a god's work. A place to stay safely hidden until I'm sure he's gone again is just what I needed, she thought to herself and entered the peculiar construction. Once inside, Hayii didn't dare looking too curiously around, but she did cast a quick glance from corner to corner. Several people were here for a nice noon meal, most having looked up when she entered.
Okay, steady now... They won't remember me if I just pretend I'm allowed to be here. Breathe in, breathe out. Act like this place is normal. They won't notice me if I'm convincing. In, out. In, out. Look like you see cities like this every day. And breathe normally, for whichever god made this possible's sake. In, out. In, out.
She put a relaxed face on, though it didn't quite reach her eyes, and as calmly as possible walked towards the elderly woman behind the counter.