Cyndia Crawford (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
romantictragedy) wrote2013-03-16 10:43 pm
romantictragedy) wrote2013-03-16 10:43 pm
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It had been a dreadfully rainy spring that year. Travel was not beyond her, certainly not, and there was nothing Cyndia liked more than to step outside her own world and see new and beautiful things. But it was rare, mostly because her father was the over protective sort. She managed, from time to time, when things lined up just right. At least when it felt like they would. Sometimes this was just not the case. Her father had been out of town on business anyway, and so taken the private plane with him.
It was a simple fix, a quiet seat up in first class on a trusted airline with a friend-of-her-father's-pilot was no problem. There was nothing to fear, there. The problems started when the plane itself delayed in flight, having to deal with the oncoming torrents of cloud and rain. And then things from there got worse when all her identification and luggage seemed to have gone out with the wind that carried them there. It left her in quite a position.
Not to worry.... surely someone would come by and help. The rushing of the crowds was quite dizzying, though, and no one seemed interested in helping the almost out of place young woman, dressed in a long, flowing garment. Was she that odd outside her own castle? Maybe her father had been right. She should have waited for his return. There had to be someone she could call. She'd only stepped outside for a moment to get some fresh air, but with a number in mind she was ready to make her way back inside.
That was, at least, until someone finally decided to step up and help. With a hard hand on her shoulder, no less. "You need some help there, beautiful?" It was obvious the malicious intent. Everyone else continued to rush by, refusing to make eye-contact, even in her distress.
"Oh, no- I..-"
It was a simple fix, a quiet seat up in first class on a trusted airline with a friend-of-her-father's-pilot was no problem. There was nothing to fear, there. The problems started when the plane itself delayed in flight, having to deal with the oncoming torrents of cloud and rain. And then things from there got worse when all her identification and luggage seemed to have gone out with the wind that carried them there. It left her in quite a position.
Not to worry.... surely someone would come by and help. The rushing of the crowds was quite dizzying, though, and no one seemed interested in helping the almost out of place young woman, dressed in a long, flowing garment. Was she that odd outside her own castle? Maybe her father had been right. She should have waited for his return. There had to be someone she could call. She'd only stepped outside for a moment to get some fresh air, but with a number in mind she was ready to make her way back inside.
That was, at least, until someone finally decided to step up and help. With a hard hand on her shoulder, no less. "You need some help there, beautiful?" It was obvious the malicious intent. Everyone else continued to rush by, refusing to make eye-contact, even in her distress.
"Oh, no- I..-"
I DON'T EVEN KNOW IF RYOU KNOWS HE'S DEAD. I COMBINE SOME CANON THINGS SO EVEN I DON'T KNOW.
"That was a close one." He sighed. "You okay? He didn't hurt you anything, right?"
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Cyndia was more than happy, however, to offer a kind and soft smile at her would-be savior. "No. Thank you." Sincere and humble. "It was kind of you to help me out." Everyone else seemed happy enough to ignore what was going on around them. She knew the trouble she could have ended up in.
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"So, what are you doing out here? Are you needing a cab or something?" They were in the airport, after all. He wouldn't mind getting her one, being the nice guy that he is.
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"I'm not sure." Where was Pegasus staying at now? He had to take her to the island. The plane she took wasn't going to go there, not with other passengers. They were supposed to meet up and eat before heading out. Now she didn't know how to fix the situation. "I suppose my driver left. My flight took a while to get to its destination."
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It wasn't a very nice thing for her driver to do, anyway.
"Or are they supposed to come back at a certain time?" Like wait for so long, take a break somewhere and come back? He didn't know what to think.
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Much better. She longed to hear his voice after such a tiresome flight.
"Please." Smiling again. "If you would be so kind. I would like to make a call." Only a small hesitation- "But it might cost you extra." Pegasus' island had its own zip code, no doubt. Surely there would be a tacked on cost.
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Still, how much of an extra cost would it be? International calls weren't cheap, but he could live with this... it's only one call, right?
"It's okay. I've got cheaper rates on phone calls since my dad lives and works in another country." He pulled out the device from his pocket, unlocking it by sliding his finger and handing it to her. Hopefully, she knew how to use one of these phones.
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The phone was given a lightly confused look, but she took it in her hands carefully. As if it were fragile and would break at any moment. She'd never seen one like it, but things were always advancing these days. And it seemed just like a normal phone. Getting past that, she pressed the numbers carefully and then put it up to her ear.
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
Ring....
She frowned. It wasn't like that manor to have no one answer. There were tons of people working all the time. And Pegasus never let calls go. As the ringing continued her expression grew more and more distraught.