[PQ - in progress] ask me no (quest)ions and I'll tell you no lies

[Fiorina]

Fiorina had thought her first trip up the mountain had been a pain in the ass, but it was a breeze compared to this one. She takes things slow, shuffling and shifting her movements to avoid as many problems as possible. Patience, even now, is not something she can find naturally. But she forces herself to pretend, inhales deep breaths through her sharp teeth when all she wants to do is lash out at the rocks until either she or the mountain dies. She remembers how she had been sketpical that fairies had even existed and then one had taken her sight. Now she returns with a little more humility and keeps a clamp on that all-too-easy-to-rise anger. “Please.” This small, quiet plea is at least more honest than her patience. She wants her sight back, wants her wings, wants this to be over. She’s learned that she’s both weak without her sight and still strong, that without her sight sometimes others will know more than she does. That she can have the patience to navigate the world without her sight but she would really, really, really rather not to ever again. thread one thread two

@[Wysteria Fairy]