Thread: The True Definition of 'Devotion' [Yuna & Kiroz's 1x1]

Shania Whitewater PicsNativeAmerican.jpg.html PicsNativeAmerican.jpg.html Minutes later, the bus arrived. And as it did, so did her memory on what today was. It was odd to know that today was going to wind up being her last day of high school despite not graduating and also work. But maybe she could get a GED or something. Nicholas was typically pretty damn understanding. In fact, it took a lot to get on his really bad side and it had been something she had been fortunate enough to avoid thus far. Before she made her way to her lover, however, she would need to make one last stop her efficiency. Once the bus arrived where she needed to get off, she ran towards her residence and pulled her keys out. Deftly unlocking the front door, the immediate sight of two bags already packed and ready reminded her that today was indeed the day. She swallowed nervously, looking down at everything in a mix of awe and disbelief. Her eyes then looked to the mantle nearby and saw the ticket that had been mailed to her a few days ago. She'd wondered about asking how he had managed to get it but decided it wasn't any of her business. He probably just saved like she had been doing ... or something similar enough. Leaning down, Shania began examining everything in the bags. It was mostly clothes more than anything. But there were a few more personal belongings and even feminine items like tampons that she'd slipped away. After all, she wouldn't expect Nicholas to provide every damn thing for her. That would seem a bit ... demanding. She swallowed nervously yet again upon double and even triple checking to see that everything was indeed there. Her legs shook a bit as Shania got to her feet. She dialed three numbers on her cell phone 411 and called for a taxi to pick her up. Ten more minutes passed before the transportation arrived. Thankfully the driver was good at his job and helped her arrive with thirty minutes to spare. After hurrying through the doors and security, Shania arrived at the gate to her airplane. Handing her ticket over, she soon found herself walking into her seat. Those bastards better not lose my luggage or I swear ... Airlines were, she'd heard, infamous for the feat. Her head shook as she tried to avoid thinking on it. Her eyes looked out towards the window as the city of Santa Fe, New Mexico, began to leave view before finally, it was gone altogether. A slightly sad sigh passed her lips. Not that she regretted her actions but New Mexico had been where she was born and raised. There would always be that small part of her that would miss it. Somewhere in between staring and getting lost in her thoughts, Shania must have fallen asleep because one of the stewardesses gently shook her. Miss? We're here now. Hm? A low groan elicited from her lips before the words registered into her mind. ... Ah. Thank you. Her head bowed as tinges of red from embarrassment crossed her face. Taking a brief minute, Shania made sure her clothes didn't look too messy as she straightened her skirt out. It wasn't quite mini but it didn't touch her kneecaps either and followed suit with her blouse. In her haste, she hadn't bothered getting out of her school uniform. Ah well. Nicholas would probably like it. Her heart raced as she began walking off the plane, her heels from her boots clicking on the ground. Her hands raised as she wiped away the sleep from her eyes then began to seek her lover and Master out. This was a foreign world, let alone scenario. But at least she'd be with someone she knew and trusted. That was one of the few things making her feel fine about this entire ordeal so far.