Post by mischa on Jul 23, 2007 20:31:16 GMT -5
Mischa stretched out off of the bench she was sitting at. She had slept there the night before and she was stuck on her own once more. At sixteen, Mischa had a hard time trying to find a ship that would keep a child on. She was more grown up than most girls her age though. She had watched as bandits killed her parents and then grew up with the abuse of her uncle who blamed her for her parents deaths.
"I need to find a home" said Mischa "I can't live out here like this anymore. It's not working I will die if this continues"
Mischa stood up and looked around her hoping to find a ship that would take her in and let her make it her home. She adjusted her clothes and hat and looked around for somewhere to call home.
"I need to find a home" said Mischa "I can't live out here like this anymore. It's not working I will die if this continues"
Mischa stood up and looked around her hoping to find a ship that would take her in and let her make it her home. She adjusted her clothes and hat and looked around for somewhere to call home.