07-25-2013, 12:30 PM
Aria's head hurt she didn't notice anything other than trying to get through the motions of picking herself up. The sights and sounds were all a blur. In the flash of a few moments so much happened, Aria closed her eyes and pulled herself together. It was never a struggle, but today it felt like torture. Every person, every smell and emotion tugged on her fragile stomach. She fought the urge to relieve her stomach of the contents of which it held. Aria held her right hand to her stomach and pushed hard at her left temple with her left hand. It helped.
Through all of it she barely managed to hear the stranger speak to her, "Are you alright?" Aria tried to look through the pain. She held up a finger to indicate just a moment, she didn't want her silence to be taken as an insult. This city was too different to start off on the wrong foot, which she had already clearly done but letting the city overwhelm her. She could hear her father chiding her in her mind.
She quickly focused on her own self and locked everything else away. She cleared her mind and the world began to quiet. Aria gave a weak smile, "Just a migraine at the most inconvenient time." Aria's stomach felt better, but her head still pounded, it would pound for several more hours if not days if she wasn't careful.
It was probably time to actually find the Atharim Headquarters and get situated. There was plenty of time to be curious and learn the city that would become her home until reassigned. Aria pulled out the leather bound book. It was not neat and tidy, newspaper clippings stuck out of from some of the other pages. Aria was careful not to let anyone see the pages before she found the address she was looking for. She carefully unclipped it from it's place in the notebook and held it out for the women she had so rudely bumped into. "Might I trouble you with a bit of help. I need someone to point me in the right direction." The paper only contained the address of the headquarters in Moscow, it was covered with doodles of swirls and lines, and there was a distinct coffee cup ring on the paper. "Any help you can provide would be great. I'm a bit lost."
Through all of it she barely managed to hear the stranger speak to her, "Are you alright?" Aria tried to look through the pain. She held up a finger to indicate just a moment, she didn't want her silence to be taken as an insult. This city was too different to start off on the wrong foot, which she had already clearly done but letting the city overwhelm her. She could hear her father chiding her in her mind.
She quickly focused on her own self and locked everything else away. She cleared her mind and the world began to quiet. Aria gave a weak smile, "Just a migraine at the most inconvenient time." Aria's stomach felt better, but her head still pounded, it would pound for several more hours if not days if she wasn't careful.
It was probably time to actually find the Atharim Headquarters and get situated. There was plenty of time to be curious and learn the city that would become her home until reassigned. Aria pulled out the leather bound book. It was not neat and tidy, newspaper clippings stuck out of from some of the other pages. Aria was careful not to let anyone see the pages before she found the address she was looking for. She carefully unclipped it from it's place in the notebook and held it out for the women she had so rudely bumped into. "Might I trouble you with a bit of help. I need someone to point me in the right direction." The paper only contained the address of the headquarters in Moscow, it was covered with doodles of swirls and lines, and there was a distinct coffee cup ring on the paper. "Any help you can provide would be great. I'm a bit lost."