And in the darkened underpass I thought,
"Oh Satan, my chance has come at last!"
"Oh Satan, my chance has come at last!"
The autumn wind is at her back, tousling her locks as they glimmer in the sunlight. Each breath she draws into her lungs bears a stronger semblance to Sylva, to overgrown forests and her future. It lures her nearer, crooning to her with its groaning trees and rippling ponds. It will be different from Hyaline, she has assured herself, but she debates whether she looks forward to that or dreads it. With Solace reigning, Valdis is at least a respectable member of the society, but here? Here, she begins as nothing.
It had been a long trek interrupted by family. The lack of urgency is conveyed in her meandering as she peers up at the trees. They are sporadic at first but as the canopy thickens, she realizes how close she is edging toward her new life. Sinner’s scent sinks into her nostrils, then her entire being. It’s he that has spurred her interest. It’s because of him that she acquiesced to perhaps living in Sylva (under the assumption that she will not be bored). She is here for Sinner. Their meeting was not at all customary. In truth, Valdis wasn’t looking for a home; she wanted entertainment, and he provided just that and more. In the midst of a plague, in a meadow riddled with pestilence, she found someone to pique her interest and lure her from the sanctuary of Hyaline.
Sinner’s scent strengthens. It sinks its claws into her now. Valdis takes pause and realizes that she has arrived. The trees mirror autumn with yellows, reds, and oranges. Lost in a sea of color, she lifts her sapphire eyes to drink in the new sights. Sheets of sunlight slant down from the canopy and glimmer across the porcelain patches across her body. Even since her time with Sinner in the meadow, she has changed. Although still wary of him, her confidence has climbed. Her body has changed in a way she never expected. Where there had been buckskin patches there is now an arctic shade of blue, and the white adorned with frost that catches and reflects light like diamonds. Around her, she can see spots of light kissing the tree trunks and leaves when she shifts in the sun’s embrace. A smile nearly breaks the flat line of her lips.
(“Am I the prettiest sister?” she once asked Abysm)
“The prettiest.”
How vain of her then, but all that crosses her mind now is how beautiful she still is, how she will be a most prized treasure.
Assuming she will be found soon enough, Valdis waits and bides her time observing the forest around her and wondering what future lies in wait. Sinner will not recognize her, not at first, but he also will not mistake her scent. Just as he wanted and proclaimed, Valdis is finally here in Sylva.
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It had been a long trek interrupted by family. The lack of urgency is conveyed in her meandering as she peers up at the trees. They are sporadic at first but as the canopy thickens, she realizes how close she is edging toward her new life. Sinner’s scent sinks into her nostrils, then her entire being. It’s he that has spurred her interest. It’s because of him that she acquiesced to perhaps living in Sylva (under the assumption that she will not be bored). She is here for Sinner. Their meeting was not at all customary. In truth, Valdis wasn’t looking for a home; she wanted entertainment, and he provided just that and more. In the midst of a plague, in a meadow riddled with pestilence, she found someone to pique her interest and lure her from the sanctuary of Hyaline.
Sinner’s scent strengthens. It sinks its claws into her now. Valdis takes pause and realizes that she has arrived. The trees mirror autumn with yellows, reds, and oranges. Lost in a sea of color, she lifts her sapphire eyes to drink in the new sights. Sheets of sunlight slant down from the canopy and glimmer across the porcelain patches across her body. Even since her time with Sinner in the meadow, she has changed. Although still wary of him, her confidence has climbed. Her body has changed in a way she never expected. Where there had been buckskin patches there is now an arctic shade of blue, and the white adorned with frost that catches and reflects light like diamonds. Around her, she can see spots of light kissing the tree trunks and leaves when she shifts in the sun’s embrace. A smile nearly breaks the flat line of her lips.
(“Am I the prettiest sister?” she once asked Abysm)
“The prettiest.”
How vain of her then, but all that crosses her mind now is how beautiful she still is, how she will be a most prized treasure.
Assuming she will be found soon enough, Valdis waits and bides her time observing the forest around her and wondering what future lies in wait. Sinner will not recognize her, not at first, but he also will not mistake her scent. Just as he wanted and proclaimed, Valdis is finally here in Sylva.
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But then a strange fear gripped me and I just couldn't ask.