4th of Summer, 516 AV.
The 19th bell in Semele Park.
For the longest time there were only a few events that could force Trisa out of the safety of her home, with the least formidable scenario being that her house had burnt to the ground around her. As such, she had become very familiar with the layout of her home. She was familiar not just to the point that she could navigate the house blindfolded (not that she'd ever want to), but also to the point where she could partner creaks with their individual boards and groans with their specific door hinges. She was absolutely unified with and at peace in that house.
This condo, however, was a whole different story. Despite the fact that it was only a single room (two if the garden was included), Trisa knew it about as well as she knew the look of the back of her own head. If the doors creaked, she jumped. The plants rustled, she jumped. Her own damned foot scuffed against the floor, she jumped. Every little thing flung her into moments of brief, yet intense, anxiety. Being alone didn't help matters either; her mother was no longer there to talk her to sleep, and her sisters couldn't scan their room for threats. Now, it was just Trisa and the plants.
The darkness was the first thing to go. The young woman switched to an almost nocturnal schedule. Though she wasn't a fan of wandering in the dark, she was super not a fan of trying to sleep in it. The second thing was her spare time. Since she was trying to lessen her anxiety's grip on her life and her home was already nothing short of awful, Trisa had taken up going on walks whenever she didn't have something she needed to do. She treated it like a necessity. She'd tell herself: go on a walk or you'll crack your head open on the tiles or you'll die alone in this apartment with nothing but plants as friends if you stay here. It was dramatic, yet oddly motivating.
And so that afternoon, Trisa woke of from a strangely restful sleep and threw on her shirt and pants. She tried to ignore the charcoal smudges that littered her clothing as she loaded her bag with her supplies. "Charcoal, book, water, pants-shoes-shirt..." She bulked the last three items together in her checklist because, honestly, did it matter which one you were missing if you were missing one? Trisa didn't believe so. After double and triple checking that she had everything, the girl transferred a kiss from her hand to her mother's apron. Patting the apron gently as it hung over the back of her chair, Trisa smiled. "Bye mom." With that, she was out the door.
Though she was still a mess, Trisa found it easier and easier to make the journey outside every day. She didn't trek far; she had carved a nice little territory for herself that stretched from Nevar's Tower to Semele Park, with her condo lying pretty close to in the middle of those two. Today, she was headed to the park.
When she arrived, she scoped out the trail for a good spot. Trisa wasn't very picky, but if she was going to sit in a place for an extended period of time then it needed to check a few boxes first: no sun, no loud noises, not very many people (bonus points if there aren't any people at all), no apparent signs of bugs or slimy creatures, no moisture, no nearby smoke, no offensive odors, and, of course, it had to be a flatish surface.
It took a while, but it was well worth the effort. Trisa plopped down on the corner of a bench located towards the back of the park. A nearby tree offered her tattoos protection from Syna's affection while the surrounding flowers provided good material to sketch. Tucking her legs beneath her, Trisa opened her sketchbook to the page she had been drawing on before and got to work.
Tukant Common
The 19th bell in Semele Park.
For the longest time there were only a few events that could force Trisa out of the safety of her home, with the least formidable scenario being that her house had burnt to the ground around her. As such, she had become very familiar with the layout of her home. She was familiar not just to the point that she could navigate the house blindfolded (not that she'd ever want to), but also to the point where she could partner creaks with their individual boards and groans with their specific door hinges. She was absolutely unified with and at peace in that house.
This condo, however, was a whole different story. Despite the fact that it was only a single room (two if the garden was included), Trisa knew it about as well as she knew the look of the back of her own head. If the doors creaked, she jumped. The plants rustled, she jumped. Her own damned foot scuffed against the floor, she jumped. Every little thing flung her into moments of brief, yet intense, anxiety. Being alone didn't help matters either; her mother was no longer there to talk her to sleep, and her sisters couldn't scan their room for threats. Now, it was just Trisa and the plants.
The darkness was the first thing to go. The young woman switched to an almost nocturnal schedule. Though she wasn't a fan of wandering in the dark, she was super not a fan of trying to sleep in it. The second thing was her spare time. Since she was trying to lessen her anxiety's grip on her life and her home was already nothing short of awful, Trisa had taken up going on walks whenever she didn't have something she needed to do. She treated it like a necessity. She'd tell herself: go on a walk or you'll crack your head open on the tiles or you'll die alone in this apartment with nothing but plants as friends if you stay here. It was dramatic, yet oddly motivating.
And so that afternoon, Trisa woke of from a strangely restful sleep and threw on her shirt and pants. She tried to ignore the charcoal smudges that littered her clothing as she loaded her bag with her supplies. "Charcoal, book, water, pants-shoes-shirt..." She bulked the last three items together in her checklist because, honestly, did it matter which one you were missing if you were missing one? Trisa didn't believe so. After double and triple checking that she had everything, the girl transferred a kiss from her hand to her mother's apron. Patting the apron gently as it hung over the back of her chair, Trisa smiled. "Bye mom." With that, she was out the door.
Though she was still a mess, Trisa found it easier and easier to make the journey outside every day. She didn't trek far; she had carved a nice little territory for herself that stretched from Nevar's Tower to Semele Park, with her condo lying pretty close to in the middle of those two. Today, she was headed to the park.
When she arrived, she scoped out the trail for a good spot. Trisa wasn't very picky, but if she was going to sit in a place for an extended period of time then it needed to check a few boxes first: no sun, no loud noises, not very many people (bonus points if there aren't any people at all), no apparent signs of bugs or slimy creatures, no moisture, no nearby smoke, no offensive odors, and, of course, it had to be a flatish surface.
It took a while, but it was well worth the effort. Trisa plopped down on the corner of a bench located towards the back of the park. A nearby tree offered her tattoos protection from Syna's affection while the surrounding flowers provided good material to sketch. Tucking her legs beneath her, Trisa opened her sketchbook to the page she had been drawing on before and got to work.
Tukant Common