One Way Ticket to the Past
Time..
This is my first chat story
And I'm open to improvement
Eliana Anderson
a thirteen years old
Female
Adventurous, free spirited and a magnet for trouble.
Eliana slipped into a rich brown gown with touches of cream, the masterful blend of eras past. The bodice structured and laced tightly, echoed the elegance of Victorian fashion, while the cream layered skirt bore the flowing grace of medevial surcoats and chemises. The ensemble though steeped in history, carried an air of adventure it's corset adorned with brass buckles and intricate stitching, reminiscent of the daring spirit of steampunk explorers
Adjusting the saddlebag slung across her shoulder, her gaze fell upon a dusty brown journal, it's cover worn by time. She picked it up finger tracing it's weathered spine before flipping through the empty pages. A quiet thrill ran through her--- a fresh slate, a tale yet to be written. Without hesitation, she tucked it into her bag, slipping a quill pen beside it.
Just then, something glimmered in the dim light. A small pouch of coins, long forgotten, rested upon the table. She picked it up, feeling the weight of metal within, and swiftly secured it in her bag.
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horasios
Please update before I drive myself crazy imagining what happens next.
2025-01-29
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