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02-02-2017, 12:59 PM
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kolr The girl hears singing, and her first instinct is to shrink away from it. If this is another task, or big reveal, or really anything that involves crowds, she wants absolutely nothing to do with it. However as her initial panic begins to subside, she realizes that she actually recognizes the voice, un-melodic and bizarre as it might be. Castor, her mind supplies, and she feels her heart quicken and a cold sweat break out across her pale skin. The boy represents something familiar to her, but also something unknown. He has seen so much more of the world, is so outgoing and confident, and she? She is a handicapped and nearly-wordless girl who sticks to the sands of her own home and rarely does anything of interest. Part of her wants to run away ("run", harhar), but a bigger part of her wants to step out of the small copse of trees that she's huddled in. Maybe Castor is going back to the Throat, and he can walk with her. It would be awkward, but at least she wouldn't have to worry about getting lost. She knows that her small voice will not carry to where he is loudly singing, so instead she reaches out with her magic. Suddenly the water he splashes through lights up with watercolour paint - or at least the illusions of it - and his ever step is punctuated by bright splotches of colour. Slowly, because her knees awkwardly point inwards hindering her steps, she walks out of the trees, large blue eyes on his retreating form, hoping that he might turn around to look for her. @Castor |
