Her fingers left half circle ghosts against the window as she pulled them away, her warm, amber eyes looking though the inches thick, resistant plastic. Her harness jangles with the vibration of the landing against her body, her meager belongings contained in an unassuming black bag that bounced between her knees anytime the little craft was buffeted by landing winds.

So far, PE looked like earth, out in the country; grass, trees, people, and ugly buildings already had begun to scramble across the natural world, and Iris felt somewhat disappointed, looking out her grimy window at a regular world she’d hoped would be entirely new. Still, she couldn’t complain too much, she thinks with a sigh; it’s not like there was a planet waiting for her back in the proper galaxy, after all.

With a wild burst of reddish dust, the machine lands gracelessly against the foreign earth, and its still wobbling and rocking when her deft fingers begin to dismantle the various clips, clasps, and straps that held her to her seat. No sooner had the last buckle clattered against the barely padded seat than she was on her feet, smoothing her khaki’s and dark t-shirt from the long ride. The faint smell of perfume trails after her, a floral and woodsy smell, the sort of odor that leaves one just knowing the woman wearing that smell was mysterious, and bold, and the sound of her heavy hiking boots clunking down the walkway precedes.

No sooner does she step out into the full light and wind of PE than her eyes narrow, and she quietly curses not having brought sun glasses. What flyaway strands of her hair that aren’t contained in her high and short pony tail sway like fronds of grass, or a peculiar halo about her smooth, chocolate features. Cupping a hand over her eyes, a crumpled sheet of paper is pulled from her pocket, which she looks over quickly.

"Let’s see..." mutters Iris to herself, one hand running through her soft, dark hair, as she looks up from her paper, and scans the nearby buildings. Her paperwork had plenty of information about where she’d be living and what she’d be doing here listed, as well as various dates that the rest of her things might be arriving. Frowning, she certainly hopes their sooner than this piece of paper insinuates; all she’d brought with her was her trusty pocket knife, and the same gold locket she’d worn her whole life. Inside the black bag, which had been handed to her as she’d got onto the shuttle craft that would take her to the planet’s surface, contained only basic amenities, such as toothpaste; it certainly was not the bathroom vanity literally covered in beauty supplies she was used to.

With a sigh of defeat, perhaps at last accepting that Louisiana and her comfortable condo were far behind her, the woman returns the tattered paper to her pocket, and sets off towards where she assumes her new place to be.



[ OOC: Excuse any rustiness or general wtfs. <3 I'M NEW BRUH. ]