I am old.
I may not appear it, but I am.
The kingdom of the giants always felt like home, even in the suburbs where their cousins lived. I think most of the average peons call this the, ‘Forest’. What a ridiculous name. The smell of pine and cedar brings back memories that I’ve tried to forget a long time ago - when I was young and impressionable and a wee little Jacquelina - out of fear and necessity. Out of fear for what fear might do to me. The smell reminds me of them and the sound of the wind gusting past the branches reminds me of the lullaby they used to sing. It was the same song they’d sing before the fangs grew and a flame blew out. Even if I didn’t like it then, it still feels like home now.
Now did I win? Or did I lose the battle of self-preservation? That sounds like the grounds for a good debate.
Mmm, speaking of young.
I’m nearly certain I had some at some point. But when you’ve lived for as long as I have, what’re a few bumps in the road? I’ve come out the survivor. And there may have been a wraith at some point, scrawny and twiggy and quiet. I can’t remember where I put him. I wonder, is there a place in Beqannanana to look for lost items? Is that what the playground is for? The other ones must’ve had a little more moxie in them, because I don’t remember them sticking around long. Or did I not remember to feed them?
I wonder if I ever sang them my childhood lullaby.
@[Lyr] @[phaetra] Idk I think she's just standing there
I may not appear it, but I am.
The kingdom of the giants always felt like home, even in the suburbs where their cousins lived. I think most of the average peons call this the, ‘Forest’. What a ridiculous name. The smell of pine and cedar brings back memories that I’ve tried to forget a long time ago - when I was young and impressionable and a wee little Jacquelina - out of fear and necessity. Out of fear for what fear might do to me. The smell reminds me of them and the sound of the wind gusting past the branches reminds me of the lullaby they used to sing. It was the same song they’d sing before the fangs grew and a flame blew out. Even if I didn’t like it then, it still feels like home now.
Now did I win? Or did I lose the battle of self-preservation? That sounds like the grounds for a good debate.
Mmm, speaking of young.
I’m nearly certain I had some at some point. But when you’ve lived for as long as I have, what’re a few bumps in the road? I’ve come out the survivor. And there may have been a wraith at some point, scrawny and twiggy and quiet. I can’t remember where I put him. I wonder, is there a place in Beqannanana to look for lost items? Is that what the playground is for? The other ones must’ve had a little more moxie in them, because I don’t remember them sticking around long. Or did I not remember to feed them?
I wonder if I ever sang them my childhood lullaby.
@[Lyr] @[phaetra] Idk I think she's just standing there