06-24-2020, 08:45 AM
“Fairies,” she begins then ends abruptly, unsure of how to put her want into the clearest, most sensible words. It was more of a feeling that had motivated her, and an intuitive sense that her parents had never said aloud. How should she put it?
Compared to this, the strenuous journey up ( and the chilly sweat, the chipped and aching hooves, the sad wilt of the roses in her mane) had been a piece of cake. And now, she was beginning to feel plain silly, standing atop the mountain, tottering on her lanky legs, afraid to ask the fairies for help.
But this wasn’t really about her, was it?
Be brave, a sweet voice tells her, somehow giving her the brittle strength she needed to raise her drooping head, and keep the frustrated tears from falling.
“I’m sorry for holding you up, if you were listening and waiting,” Drear says after reminding herself to breathe. “If you’re still here, I came here because I love my moms and I know they worry about me. Can I have something to protect myself, so they don’t have to worry so much?”
Ooc: Drear is visiting the mountain to request to express her Xenomorph Hybrid trait.
Compared to this, the strenuous journey up ( and the chilly sweat, the chipped and aching hooves, the sad wilt of the roses in her mane) had been a piece of cake. And now, she was beginning to feel plain silly, standing atop the mountain, tottering on her lanky legs, afraid to ask the fairies for help.
But this wasn’t really about her, was it?
Be brave, a sweet voice tells her, somehow giving her the brittle strength she needed to raise her drooping head, and keep the frustrated tears from falling.
“I’m sorry for holding you up, if you were listening and waiting,” Drear says after reminding herself to breathe. “If you’re still here, I came here because I love my moms and I know they worry about me. Can I have something to protect myself, so they don’t have to worry so much?”
Ooc: Drear is visiting the mountain to request to express her Xenomorph Hybrid trait.