16 weeks earlier- The 76th of Mythr
“Come on Lyre,” the blonde haired Lizbeth whined, “we are going to be late if you don’t tame that unruly lions mane of yours and get your Steamer butt moving.” Lizbeth Baker was definitely well endowed as a women, it was hard for most to tell that she was a Steamer at first glance. Her skin was flawless, her hair unburned, and her hands had not a single callous. She had inherited her mother’s looks but her father’s gift. You see her mother was a mage, a magicks user, while her Father had been a Steamer until he broke his spine in an accident involving a prototype automaton vehicle. ‘Just be patient Lizzy,” Lyre replied curtly while fighting with a mop of fire colored curls that refused to obey her, “not …show more content…
Most of it’s residents were merchants and Steamers. A couple of mages lived and worked on Kingswood too but they kept to themselves mostly, Steamers and Mages didn’t get along so well. Everyone would have their own little petty reason to dislike the other, “a mage bumped into me and then my day was terrible” or “Steamers are egotistical and self-centered wanna be mages.” It all depends on who you ask. There are some, like lizbeth’s parents, who believe the “feud” between mages and Steamers is ludicrous and chose to not by into the socially acceptable river of belief. Lyre and Lizbeth race to catch the steam-train southbound. Out of breath lyre watched the city as it rushed by. “Crimson Avenue” called the automaton conductor. His voice eerily hollow, both Lyre and Liz beth could tell that the voice box hadn’t received the adequate care it needed. It was sad for all steamers to see the breaking down automatons, they made up 45% of the population and the mear 10% that the steamers made up was not enough to provide all the care metal man needed. Lyre and 4 other Steamers got off there. Lyre waved goodbye to her friend and roommate then headed happily on her way to The Crimson Rose Steamer Shop where she had been an apprentice since last
“Come on Lyre,” the blonde haired Lizbeth whined, “we are going to be late if you don’t tame that unruly lions mane of yours and get your Steamer butt moving.” Lizbeth Baker was definitely well endowed as a women, it was hard for most to tell that she was a Steamer at first glance. Her skin was flawless, her hair unburned, and her hands had not a single callous. She had inherited her mother’s looks but her father’s gift. You see her mother was a mage, a magicks user, while her Father had been a Steamer until he broke his spine in an accident involving a prototype automaton vehicle. ‘Just be patient Lizzy,” Lyre replied curtly while fighting with a mop of fire colored curls that refused to obey her, “not …show more content…
Most of it’s residents were merchants and Steamers. A couple of mages lived and worked on Kingswood too but they kept to themselves mostly, Steamers and Mages didn’t get along so well. Everyone would have their own little petty reason to dislike the other, “a mage bumped into me and then my day was terrible” or “Steamers are egotistical and self-centered wanna be mages.” It all depends on who you ask. There are some, like lizbeth’s parents, who believe the “feud” between mages and Steamers is ludicrous and chose to not by into the socially acceptable river of belief. Lyre and Lizbeth race to catch the steam-train southbound. Out of breath lyre watched the city as it rushed by. “Crimson Avenue” called the automaton conductor. His voice eerily hollow, both Lyre and Liz beth could tell that the voice box hadn’t received the adequate care it needed. It was sad for all steamers to see the breaking down automatons, they made up 45% of the population and the mear 10% that the steamers made up was not enough to provide all the care metal man needed. Lyre and 4 other Steamers got off there. Lyre waved goodbye to her friend and roommate then headed happily on her way to The Crimson Rose Steamer Shop where she had been an apprentice since last