08-05-2018, 10:25 PM
You're safe. Safe, safe, safe. Breathe, breathe, breathe.
In's chest heaves as she draws in breath after gasping breath, trying to fill her lungs and control her shaking. She should know better by now, honestly. This happens every time, and yet she continues to push herself and push herself to the point of a breakdown. She's just not ready; her mind isn't ready, her body isn't ready. When the sunlight touches her skin she feels as though she is going to go up in flames and she knows it is the furthest thing from healthy but she can't change the way she feels.
Funnily enough, she had a normal childhood, a normal upbringing. Everything about her is completely normal if you look past her purple exterior and irrational fear of the glowing star in the sky. Sure, being raised in caves may not quite be the norm here in Beqanna, but where she is from it is the way horses are raised. Her homeland doesn't even have a name like this place does but that, too, was normal. Her dam and sire were normal, loving parents, though they didn't understand their daughter's eccentricities when it came to daylight.
There's just something about her...
Turns out she was right--it was another horse she heard in the underbrush, though he is looking at her like she is crazy and she can't say that she blames him. "Um," she starts, unsure of how to continue without sounding absolutely insane. She's not insane. She knows what she's afraid of and why she's afraid of it (in her eyes), but she doesn't know how to convey it without sounding bonkers. He'll probably want to have her committed.
The truth, perhaps?
"I'm, uh, In. Insidious. My parents called me In or Inny, so In has kind of stuck." Dear lord child, pick a name and stick with it. "Insidious after my fears, because my fears are insidious inside my head."
That's enough, girl. He already thinks you're crazy, no need to lay it on quite so thick.
In's chest heaves as she draws in breath after gasping breath, trying to fill her lungs and control her shaking. She should know better by now, honestly. This happens every time, and yet she continues to push herself and push herself to the point of a breakdown. She's just not ready; her mind isn't ready, her body isn't ready. When the sunlight touches her skin she feels as though she is going to go up in flames and she knows it is the furthest thing from healthy but she can't change the way she feels.
Funnily enough, she had a normal childhood, a normal upbringing. Everything about her is completely normal if you look past her purple exterior and irrational fear of the glowing star in the sky. Sure, being raised in caves may not quite be the norm here in Beqanna, but where she is from it is the way horses are raised. Her homeland doesn't even have a name like this place does but that, too, was normal. Her dam and sire were normal, loving parents, though they didn't understand their daughter's eccentricities when it came to daylight.
There's just something about her...
Turns out she was right--it was another horse she heard in the underbrush, though he is looking at her like she is crazy and she can't say that she blames him. "Um," she starts, unsure of how to continue without sounding absolutely insane. She's not insane. She knows what she's afraid of and why she's afraid of it (in her eyes), but she doesn't know how to convey it without sounding bonkers. He'll probably want to have her committed.
The truth, perhaps?
"I'm, uh, In. Insidious. My parents called me In or Inny, so In has kind of stuck." Dear lord child, pick a name and stick with it. "Insidious after my fears, because my fears are insidious inside my head."
That's enough, girl. He already thinks you're crazy, no need to lay it on quite so thick.