heartbeatsrpt
She had been waiting for this since she got the call from her uncle. She could hardly wait to open the cardboard box. Her fingers itched and she reached out, grabbing the thing off of the ground outside her new front door. She whipped around and set it on the sidetable beside the door as it drifted shut behind her. With ravenous curiosity she ripped apart the tape and unearthed her treasure...a finely-carved square pine box with a brass hinge.
This world was so different with these eyes. What couldn't she look into? Her home, the one room in the inn over Brelkis Pub, appeared akin to a foreign land she had yet to explore. She became enamored with the curve of the master's sword and lost an entire hour to its brilliance. When she ripped herself from the odd dimples along its polished edge, she fell then into the trap that was Bastora's saddle. How could a horse stand such intricacy upon their backs without once gazing to see how it had been developed?
He could never understand these human gadgets. What was so difficult about a cookfire? What use did these things have in battle? He could not fathom bringing a 'toaster' to war. What use then did it have?