#pr;lost

alright, alright, let’s take a moment to consider the circumstances: it’s dark, which means it must be late. whatever little she can see in this darkness, it’s all unfamiliar, which means she must be in somewhere else other than marigold. yongdam? yes, probably yongdam—she hasn’t been walking for a long time enough to just casually end up anywhere else but these two towns. god, just what the hell was she thinking? nothing, of course, that’s exactly the point – shiah completely forgot about herself while she was happily strolling around and she didn’t even notice that a) she has totally went off track, b) so much time has passed that it got dark. this should not come as a surprise to anyone, and shiah knows that this is perfectly normal when it comes to her; however, this is the first time in many months that she is at yongdam and she’s not really familiar around, to say the least. even those places she visited more than once had been erased from her memory with time.

so now, she had very limited options. either she just settles down under a tree and sleeps until it’s morning (not a good idea) or looks around and tries to find a place to stay at. perhaps an inn? yongdam has an inn, shiah is a hundred percent sure about that. squinting in the distance, she spots a few small bright dots indiciating lights or fire so she chooses them as her guides.

„lights, guide me to salvation!” she whispers to herself and giggles at her own silly sentence as she stumbles towards the dots and as they grow bigger, shiah is almost convinced that she has found the inn. the temporary feeling of being lost evaporates and it’s replaced by relief as she approaches the lights—