10-02-2021, 09:46 AM
The night comes just as it always does for Llorona - quicker than she wants it to, dreaded and dreadful, lonely and dark and fearsome. The voices amplify as if the weather has enraged them, and Four mentions something about excitement. She cocks her head, but then continues on and finally finds a new place to rest. Yet another cave, because she just can’t feel safe without them.
A lock of her bronze forelock falls before her eyes and her skin tingles with the zap of its movement once again. She flutters, but finally makes it into the dreamworld. Not that it’s much better - nightmares are always around the corner - but at least her body gets some rest even though her mind never does.
Not for long, not tonight. Strange music fills her dreams and when she opens her eyes she is quite sure that she’s still asleep. Two and Eight seem to be cackling in her head, and her grimace turns into a small smile when she sees the fog. It is a different sort of nightmare, this one - one without zaps and tingles and lightning that strikes exactly when she starts to feel safe. She follows the fog and the sounds - she has no friends to grab, she thinks, but she picks through the costumes with care. A yellow dress seems to stick to her and the spotted girl frowns, then spies the red wig - with braids that stick to the side, just like her mane would whenever she gets… excited. It seems fitting, and she takes the weird, unmatching stockings on her forelegs for granted. Eight seems to love it. Diddle diddle dee, another voice seems to hum, but Llorona has long since learned to not heed the one she numbered Eleven, as it is the weirdest one of them all.
She screams loudly when she enters the forest. A monkey has landed on her back.
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A lock of her bronze forelock falls before her eyes and her skin tingles with the zap of its movement once again. She flutters, but finally makes it into the dreamworld. Not that it’s much better - nightmares are always around the corner - but at least her body gets some rest even though her mind never does.
Not for long, not tonight. Strange music fills her dreams and when she opens her eyes she is quite sure that she’s still asleep. Two and Eight seem to be cackling in her head, and her grimace turns into a small smile when she sees the fog. It is a different sort of nightmare, this one - one without zaps and tingles and lightning that strikes exactly when she starts to feel safe. She follows the fog and the sounds - she has no friends to grab, she thinks, but she picks through the costumes with care. A yellow dress seems to stick to her and the spotted girl frowns, then spies the red wig - with braids that stick to the side, just like her mane would whenever she gets… excited. It seems fitting, and she takes the weird, unmatching stockings on her forelegs for granted. Eight seems to love it. Diddle diddle dee, another voice seems to hum, but Llorona has long since learned to not heed the one she numbered Eleven, as it is the weirdest one of them all.
She screams loudly when she enters the forest. A monkey has landed on her back.
A Pippi for you ^^