01-06-2021, 11:40 AM
i don't like that fallin' feels like flying 'til the bone crush
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The sudden darkness frightens her just as much as the next child.
All at once, the world goes (mostly) black, and Folklore finds herself even more alone than she is already used to. Realistically, she knows that she shouldn’t be frightened, even as she uses her powers to adjust her eyes to that of an owl - owls have some of the strongest night vision, and though it is still dark, she can see a little bit better than before.
Even still, she is terrified.
She has heard the whispers of these Monsters, these Others, but she has been blessed so far to have not met any of them. She would probably be an easy target for them - she is young and has barely even come into her own power, and it is very likely that she would just curl into a submissive puddle at the feet of one of the monsters.
So she keeps to the edges of the more populace meeting areas such as the Meadow, though since the darkness fell it has been quieter than usual. Everyone is wary of these monsters, it seems, especially during the cold winter supposed-to-be-mornings. She doesn’t venture into the wide open spaces of the Meadow but instead stays near the the river that flows along the border. It is an easy escape if she needs it - though hopefully she will not need it.
Her eyes fall on the girl standing near the water’s edge, with her tail wrapped oddly over her back. They are close enough to speak if they were to raise their voices, but Folklore is still hesitant to speak. She takes a few steps closer to bridge the gap between them, making sure to look into the distance to make sure that none of the shadows at the edges of her vision have danced any closer. “Do you know what happened to the sun?” she murmurs when she is close enough.
folklore
what must it be like to grow up that beautiful?
what must it be like to grow up that beautiful?
@[Asena] this is only like months overdue