11-06-2019, 02:33 PM
The world grew a little larger today. Not by impressive measures or standards, but it largened enough to force a mouthful of fear down her throat. Reflexively she swallows as though consumption might rid her of the terror that had started to line the edges of her vision with red. Swallowing does nothing of course - she hadn't really thought it would - and not even the act of pretending was enough to soothe the beat of her frenzied heartbeat. But she had to try something. How desperately she wished it would have though; she was ready for something (ANYTHING) to give.
The others must think her strange for the way she walks stiffly past them and towards the heart of the riverland. Her glossy brown eyes are wide and her ears strictly upright and every step forward is carefully, slowly, painfully pre-meditated. She doesn't dare make eye contact with any of the others, despite the palpable aura of caution around her that she just knows they can sense. It's enough to make them stir and pause their afternoon grazing, exchanging glances with one another and around them as if there were something physical to legitimately be afraid of. But no, it's just the odd speckled anomaly that is terrified of a world she can't even begin to fathom.
It's frustrating. It's exhausting.
It's time for a break.
A withering oak becomes her temporary shield, a balm to the anxiety of self-inflicted exposure. It's a temporary remedy for a complex situation, but in this moment it's enough to allow her borrowed peace.
@[Arthas]
The others must think her strange for the way she walks stiffly past them and towards the heart of the riverland. Her glossy brown eyes are wide and her ears strictly upright and every step forward is carefully, slowly, painfully pre-meditated. She doesn't dare make eye contact with any of the others, despite the palpable aura of caution around her that she just knows they can sense. It's enough to make them stir and pause their afternoon grazing, exchanging glances with one another and around them as if there were something physical to legitimately be afraid of. But no, it's just the odd speckled anomaly that is terrified of a world she can't even begin to fathom.
It's frustrating. It's exhausting.
It's time for a break.
A withering oak becomes her temporary shield, a balm to the anxiety of self-inflicted exposure. It's a temporary remedy for a complex situation, but in this moment it's enough to allow her borrowed peace.
@[Arthas]