11-03-2020, 04:35 PM
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Arachna does not know a world where the gets to the afterlife have been firmly shut. The gates have been open far longer than she has walked the lands of Beqanna on still spindly legs. She doesn’t know what the gates represent – what the implication is behind them.
To her, it is nothing but a childhood curiosity. The shrouded figure is not menacing, but fascinating. It is unlike anything she’s ever seen – but she’s seen so little of the world. How is she to know this is something that is not normal?
Regardless, she is drawn to the doors and the figure that stands within them. She bounces along on still-new legs, obvious to the dangers. And it is obvious she was not the only one who had been called here this night. This only seeks to deepen her own curiosity. There would certainly be no turning away now – not with this mystery unfolding before her.
The girl takes a moment to ponder what should be a simple question. <i>Trick or Treat?</i> She cocks her head to the side as she thinks. She’s fond of both, perhaps to a fault. However the girl decided that perhaps she only liked tricks if she was the one doing the tricking. So in her small, trilling voice the girl finally makes up her mind.
<b>”Treat.”</b> she says simply, blinking those eerie orange eyes as she watches the others who have been drawn here with mild interest.
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Arachna does not know a world where the gets to the afterlife have been firmly shut. The gates have been open far longer than she has walked the lands of Beqanna on still spindly legs. She doesn’t know what the gates represent – what the implication is behind them.
To her, it is nothing but a childhood curiosity. The shrouded figure is not menacing, but fascinating. It is unlike anything she’s ever seen – but she’s seen so little of the world. How is she to know this is something that is not normal?
Regardless, she is drawn to the doors and the figure that stands within them. She bounces along on still-new legs, obvious to the dangers. And it is obvious she was not the only one who had been called here this night. This only seeks to deepen her own curiosity. There would certainly be no turning away now – not with this mystery unfolding before her.
The girl takes a moment to ponder what should be a simple question. <i>Trick or Treat?</i> She cocks her head to the side as she thinks. She’s fond of both, perhaps to a fault. However the girl decided that perhaps she only liked tricks if she was the one doing the tricking. So in her small, trilling voice the girl finally makes up her mind.
<b>”Treat.”</b> she says simply, blinking those eerie orange eyes as she watches the others who have been drawn here with mild interest.
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