Council of the Heir

Prologue - where in the frick

you guys, probably: please stop starting more fics, we are starving

Me, throwing tomatoes: NO

So yeah, this is a thing. Enjoy. Or don't! This will probably be entertaining to at least me either way. I tried to write my character as closely to how I act in real life, so this will probably be a great tool for y'all to get to know me better.

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The young woman stared down the hill at the small, quaint farm that rested at the base. She squinted, rubbed at her eyes, then looked again. Still there.

"Well." She muttered. "This isn't how I expected my Monday afternoon to go."

Usually her days off didn't go like this. Having not had to work, Lydia had decided to take a nap midway through the day, and had woken up in... the middle of nowhere. Obviously, her first assumption had been that this was a dream, but it felt... very real. Surreal, in that she didn't expect it, but also rather real. She could feel the blades of grass scratching her bare feet, and smell rain on the wind. Sure, she had had dreams with this level of detail, but...

"Weeeeelllll," She drew out slowly. "Even if this is a dream, I might as well like... I dunno... run around." And if it wasn't a dream, well, she would probably starve to death if she stayed on this hill. "So... farm." She gestured aimlessly. "Where? What? Did I go back in time? Am I in some kind of renaissance recreation?" She glanced down at her clothes, a jacket, a T-shirt and a pair of leggings. At least they weren't super brightly colored, so she wouldn't draw too much attention... but she would be drawing some.

"And no shoes." She muttered, looking down at her feet. "Which is another point to 'not a dream', since, wouldn't I be wearing shoes? Unless I subconsciously predicted the... nevermind." Scowling, she looked up at the farm again. Unfortunately, her options looked to be 'risk being burned as a witch' or 'starve to death'. What a rock and a hard place.

"Ohh, but maybe... hm." She lifted her hand to her chin. "Maybe if I went in at night? Whoever lived there would probably be asleep, and it would be harder to tell that I'm dressed oddly, right...?" Her hands flew to her head. "Oh no I have purple hair."

Sitting down, Lydia shrugged off her jacket and tried a couple different methods to hide her hair with it. Unfortunately, without a mirror she wasn't able to tell whether she looked more or less suspicious with it, so she eventually gave up and put it back on normally. She could always claim she was blessed by fairies or something. Maybe they wouldn't notice.

It appeared to be late afternoon here, too, the sky just starting to tinge red and orange. Lydia milled around on the hill for a while, talking to herself to occupy the time, before eventually retreating to where a few trees were growing so she didn't stick out so much.

She saw a little bit of movement on the farm, but only a couple figures, neither of which seemed to notice her where she hung out at a distance. Probably family-owned and run... the farm mainly consisted of a small cabin, a barn with adjoining pasture, a field of wheat, and a garden filled with other plants. Nothing excessive, just enough for a single family to get by. Probably she could sneak into the barn and spend the night there, maybe find some... carrots or something. Actually, on that note, maybe there were some mature veggies in the garden she could borrow. Steal.

"Ugh, it would be more honest to just ask them." She threw her hands above her head, sitting cross-legged beneath a tree. "But I'm shyyy... and I don't want to get shot for trespassing. Or stabbed." She rested her chin in her hand. "I don't even like vegetables."

Despite this, once night had fallen and the lantern hanging outside the cabin was lit, Lydia began to creep down the hill towards the farm. As she got close, she could hear the lowing of cattle inside the barn, but nothing else that would make her wary that she was about to be caught. First, she checked the garden beside the house - nothing. Must not be in season yet. Next, she headed to the barn, which was unlocked, and she slipped easily into the large, dark building.