Damn it..why did the only Guild that she could believe in have to be all the way out in the desert? That was what was going through Tyra's mind as she plodded through the desert, on her way to a specific guild, one that she had heard only through rumors and news of what they had done. The guild? Pharaoh's Call. A guild focused entirely around both spreading justice and bettering the lives of others. It was a cause she could believe in. Still, her normal choice of attire..slightly made her rather frustrated in the heat. She was currently wearing a purple long sleeved shirt, with her signature cross across the chest. Beneath that, she wore a skirt with black boots, mostly so she could keep her footing. Of course, none of this covered the biggest point of shame for her: The series of scars across her neck.
So, to avoid being questioned about them, and to generally just avoid stares, she wore what equated to a collar extender, making her shirt more of a turtleneck. She didn't enjoy the looks she got. Most people assumed she attempted to kill herself. Nobody guessed what she had gone through, and most people just outright avoided her. Still, she was stronger now than she was on that day. So, as the guild hall peeked over the horizon, she sped up her movement, hefting her bag over her shoulder again, having only the essentials on her person at the moment.
Getting up to the hall itself took at least another hour in this damned heat though. She didn't quite mind. She was almost at the end of the long road she had started down on was coming to its close. She approached the doors, and-with a fair level of nervousness-pressed her hands against them, pushing them open. She didn't open her mouth to speak as she entered the guild hall. Instead, she reached out with her mind. Anyone close enough to the entrance would be able to hear what sounded like a very quiet woman.
"Hello? Is anyone here..?" The message echoed out throughout the minds of anyone that was nearby. What would likely cause a fair amount of curiosity in those who could hear her was that they would know without much issue what direction the voice that echoed in their heads was coming from. She waited in her perpetual silence, standing and waiting for whatever welcome she was about to receive.
So, to avoid being questioned about them, and to generally just avoid stares, she wore what equated to a collar extender, making her shirt more of a turtleneck. She didn't enjoy the looks she got. Most people assumed she attempted to kill herself. Nobody guessed what she had gone through, and most people just outright avoided her. Still, she was stronger now than she was on that day. So, as the guild hall peeked over the horizon, she sped up her movement, hefting her bag over her shoulder again, having only the essentials on her person at the moment.
Getting up to the hall itself took at least another hour in this damned heat though. She didn't quite mind. She was almost at the end of the long road she had started down on was coming to its close. She approached the doors, and-with a fair level of nervousness-pressed her hands against them, pushing them open. She didn't open her mouth to speak as she entered the guild hall. Instead, she reached out with her mind. Anyone close enough to the entrance would be able to hear what sounded like a very quiet woman.
"Hello? Is anyone here..?" The message echoed out throughout the minds of anyone that was nearby. What would likely cause a fair amount of curiosity in those who could hear her was that they would know without much issue what direction the voice that echoed in their heads was coming from. She waited in her perpetual silence, standing and waiting for whatever welcome she was about to receive.