Boy was I tired today. I wasn’t sure I would get very many words done today, but then I started writing a couple of important scenes to make sure I’d have plenty of motivation, and I actually surpassed my daily goal! That’s always a good feeling.
This is an odd scene for Kala. She’s not the same race as the body, so her culture shock can be twofold in some ways.
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Kala glanced down and frowned in confusion at what she found. She was in her own appearance, something she never saw outside the inner world. Tall, slender, with thick black curls piled high on her head. Gold jewelry and gems adorned every finger of both hands, and there was a pleasant warmth in her cheeks as if she’d snuck some whiskey.
Everyone around her spoke a language she didn’t know, but that she recognized all the same. It was the language that colored her accent. She never knew why she’d come into being not knowing the language, and the accent was all that remained, but something in her fluttered to hear it now.
It was beautiful, fervent, so alive and real.
It was horrible. It was as if someone had taken what she read about the people she hailed from, blended it harshly with the daydreams she’d invented about herself among them, and saturated everything beyond what could make sense.