04-20-2021, 06:45 PM
sigrid
The sun.
Had either of her fathers ever mentioned the sun?
They had mentioned the dark things and how they were not electric like she was. They had told her not to be afraid but to be careful. They had not mentioned the sun and there is something strangled in this stranger’s voice that tells her she should be afraid. Her star-strewn father would be disappointed to know that her heartbeat accelerates with fear. Her purple father would be softer, more understanding, she knows that and she considers making a run for it, going to find him, adhering herself to his side with that electric current. But she doesn’t know how far she has wandered and she doesn’t know her way back and she doesn’t have any real reason to trust this stranger but she sounds just as afraid as Sigrid feels so she stays.
Slowly, she forces one eye open. The light is blinding and her face wrinkles around a pained grimace as she edges closer to the mare.
“Is it going to hurt us?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. She has no way of knowing if the sun can hear her, if it’s coming for them specifically. It is as she opens her one eye fully that she notices, again, that ball of light that hovers above her. Thinking suddenly that the sun must have sent it, she lets out a yelp and skitters even closer to the mare but the light follows, whispers softly that there is nothing to be afraid of. It is a star, it will not hurt her. The sun is a star, too.
“Why is it so bright?” she asks second, full of questions about this thing she’s never heard of.
Had either of her fathers ever mentioned the sun?
They had mentioned the dark things and how they were not electric like she was. They had told her not to be afraid but to be careful. They had not mentioned the sun and there is something strangled in this stranger’s voice that tells her she should be afraid. Her star-strewn father would be disappointed to know that her heartbeat accelerates with fear. Her purple father would be softer, more understanding, she knows that and she considers making a run for it, going to find him, adhering herself to his side with that electric current. But she doesn’t know how far she has wandered and she doesn’t know her way back and she doesn’t have any real reason to trust this stranger but she sounds just as afraid as Sigrid feels so she stays.
Slowly, she forces one eye open. The light is blinding and her face wrinkles around a pained grimace as she edges closer to the mare.
“Is it going to hurt us?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. She has no way of knowing if the sun can hear her, if it’s coming for them specifically. It is as she opens her one eye fully that she notices, again, that ball of light that hovers above her. Thinking suddenly that the sun must have sent it, she lets out a yelp and skitters even closer to the mare but the light follows, whispers softly that there is nothing to be afraid of. It is a star, it will not hurt her. The sun is a star, too.
“Why is it so bright?” she asks second, full of questions about this thing she’s never heard of.
Threw stones at the stars but the whole sky fell
@[Risa]