#bitty!yda

[ydaism]

A young, tiny Miqo'te girl, gray skinned with mismatched eyes, kneels to peer into the hidey-hole. "Hi!" She smiles warmly, She sets the spear on the ground. "Don't be afraid. It's okay."

Squinting soft blue eyes, Yda found herself leaning forward only a little to get a better look at the Miqo'te who sat outside of her personal hiding spot. The curious look on her small face was quickly replaced with one of suspicion, and her lips turned downwards into a frown.

“…Who are you, and how did you find my hiding spot?”

[ydaism]

"Don't be afraid." [dawnsscholar]

Just when she thought she found the perfect hiding spot, too–a small crevice underneath a pile of rubble that she was sure no adult could ever fit into, let alone see her in.

Narrowing her eyes, Yda scooted farther into the hole, pulling her knees up to her chest and attempting to glare daggers into the stranger trying to coax her out. If he truly thought he’d get her out that easily, he was stupid.

She had barely managed to escape the fates of her family and friends–with what remained of her home village in rubble, and with the possible danger of her attackers still lingering, she would stay in the hole as long as she needed to to survive.

“Go away!” The child yelled, her voice shaking as she tried to act brave through her fear. “I’m not letting you touch me!”

@dawnsscholar