08-03-2018, 11:48 PM
Am I going crazy?
She knows something isn't right, but she simply cannot put her hoof on it. Of course, she's come to realize that nothing is quite right in this new world--it is not the Beqanna she was born and raised in, and though the neutral meeting grounds remain familiar (how odd can wide open spaces be, after all?), she does not yet feel welcome here. She doubts there is anyone here who even knows her face anymore--she doesn't even know how long she was gone, just that it was a long time--and even if she had any friends that were still alive, she has no idea where to even begin looking for them.
Even she has changed. As night falls on the world, she finds herself wandering the non-familiar meadow, preparing herself for the ever-constant sloughing off of her flesh. Her head tips to the side to relieve some of the pressure in her ears and her once-smooth gait has grown to be uneven over the years. She used to spend hours running beneath the desert sun, her long legs eating up the ground beneath her, but now she doesn't even trust herself enough to move faster than an amble. The earaches have become a constant over the years, and she doesn't know if it's simply from age--she's approaching her mid-teens now and she's definitely not as young as she used to be--or something else entirely.
Her skin itches uncomfortably as she begins to rot but she does not stop her slow pace. Walking helps her ears feel a little better, at least, even though she sways when she moves. Flesh peels back from her bones and surely she looks much like a zombie as she traverses the meadow in the growing darkness, but she is so confused these days that it doesn't bother her as much as it used to as a young woman. As dazed as she is, she is shocked to see a face that appears a bit familiar, though about as undead as her. "Rodrik?" she asks, incredulous. Her sister's father. The man she once begged to let her back into the Chamber after she abandoned the Deserts following her aunt's death. Could it be? Or is she just losing her mind?
@Rodrik
She knows something isn't right, but she simply cannot put her hoof on it. Of course, she's come to realize that nothing is quite right in this new world--it is not the Beqanna she was born and raised in, and though the neutral meeting grounds remain familiar (how odd can wide open spaces be, after all?), she does not yet feel welcome here. She doubts there is anyone here who even knows her face anymore--she doesn't even know how long she was gone, just that it was a long time--and even if she had any friends that were still alive, she has no idea where to even begin looking for them.
Even she has changed. As night falls on the world, she finds herself wandering the non-familiar meadow, preparing herself for the ever-constant sloughing off of her flesh. Her head tips to the side to relieve some of the pressure in her ears and her once-smooth gait has grown to be uneven over the years. She used to spend hours running beneath the desert sun, her long legs eating up the ground beneath her, but now she doesn't even trust herself enough to move faster than an amble. The earaches have become a constant over the years, and she doesn't know if it's simply from age--she's approaching her mid-teens now and she's definitely not as young as she used to be--or something else entirely.
Her skin itches uncomfortably as she begins to rot but she does not stop her slow pace. Walking helps her ears feel a little better, at least, even though she sways when she moves. Flesh peels back from her bones and surely she looks much like a zombie as she traverses the meadow in the growing darkness, but she is so confused these days that it doesn't bother her as much as it used to as a young woman. As dazed as she is, she is shocked to see a face that appears a bit familiar, though about as undead as her. "Rodrik?" she asks, incredulous. Her sister's father. The man she once begged to let her back into the Chamber after she abandoned the Deserts following her aunt's death. Could it be? Or is she just losing her mind?
@Rodrik