The woman's words wash over her like waves. Wave after wave of information that is both unwelcome and foreign. She feels distant from her body - a ghost hovering above and observing herself in slow motion. Each moment her heart crumples and her stomach twists to the point where she feels close to collapsing, only for it to crumple and twist further the next second. Her eyes close from the anguish and a soft cry escapes her lips. Everything she knew was gone.
Having lost all sense of time she is unsure of how long she stands, motionless and with eyes closed, bracing herself against her harsh new reality. When the world stops spinning around her and she feels a loose connection to her body once more, she opens her eyes. She feels as though she has aged more in the past minute than she had over the past several years. Her expression is tired, uncertain.
"I have nothing here... I know no one and I have no place to sleep at night." She speaks to the woman and to herself. Her words are matter-of-fact on the surface but there is a weight to them that betrays the despair and fear that lurks beneath. "Where can I go? Where is safe?" Her eyes look imploringly at Hestia, but really she is simply giving voice to her growing unease. What she wouldn't give to be back at home in her stall.
@[Hestia]
Having lost all sense of time she is unsure of how long she stands, motionless and with eyes closed, bracing herself against her harsh new reality. When the world stops spinning around her and she feels a loose connection to her body once more, she opens her eyes. She feels as though she has aged more in the past minute than she had over the past several years. Her expression is tired, uncertain.
"I have nothing here... I know no one and I have no place to sleep at night." She speaks to the woman and to herself. Her words are matter-of-fact on the surface but there is a weight to them that betrays the despair and fear that lurks beneath. "Where can I go? Where is safe?" Her eyes look imploringly at Hestia, but really she is simply giving voice to her growing unease. What she wouldn't give to be back at home in her stall.
@[Hestia]