11-20-2016, 12:43 AM
Rhae
The king disentigrated in a zip of magic, and a new one quickly filled his place. She hadn't met this one. She knew it was probably best that she does not do so, despite the similarities between him and her most recent acquaintance, Bruise. Her eyes cast about for Tioga, her sister-protector, but the large woman had not returned from her latest journey. She was alone in this terrifying madness.
The man, Pollock, mentioned easily a request for names. So easily. Her heart seized in horror. Such a simple thing, a name. To speak her name and be done, was a fanciful notion, but a complete fantasy. To voice her name, or anything at all, would be to attract all their eyes to her. ALL their eyes. So many. Too many.
In her debilitating anxiety, she found herself creeping just a bit closer toward Bruise. It was not wise. He probably meant her harm in some way. But it was the closest thing to familiarity she had in this mass of strangers. The one before him, Waylan, had coaxed a shy smile from her, but had quickly departed. The blue woman seemed kind, but did not gain Rhae's confidence. There would be no safety there.
She wasn't foolish enough to believe she was safe with Bruise, but he was strong. Tioga had been strong. She craved their strength. She'd huddled safely in her sister's shadow before, and now, with her missing, she tried so very hard to vanish in the colt's distant wake.
Please don't see me. Don't ask my name.
Let me disappear.
She crouched in silence with wide eyes, tensed and coiled in preparation to bolt. But to where?
The man, Pollock, mentioned easily a request for names. So easily. Her heart seized in horror. Such a simple thing, a name. To speak her name and be done, was a fanciful notion, but a complete fantasy. To voice her name, or anything at all, would be to attract all their eyes to her. ALL their eyes. So many. Too many.
In her debilitating anxiety, she found herself creeping just a bit closer toward Bruise. It was not wise. He probably meant her harm in some way. But it was the closest thing to familiarity she had in this mass of strangers. The one before him, Waylan, had coaxed a shy smile from her, but had quickly departed. The blue woman seemed kind, but did not gain Rhae's confidence. There would be no safety there.
She wasn't foolish enough to believe she was safe with Bruise, but he was strong. Tioga had been strong. She craved their strength. She'd huddled safely in her sister's shadow before, and now, with her missing, she tried so very hard to vanish in the colt's distant wake.
Please don't see me. Don't ask my name.
Let me disappear.
She crouched in silence with wide eyes, tensed and coiled in preparation to bolt. But to where?
ooc: i am beyond useless and have no input whatsoever :| just a beautiful toy for the wicked <3