#incandeo

[vulpicino]

[ incandeo ]

     ❝Whoa -- Hey, Frank?❞ Jason jogs to fall into step with the familiar boy, stifling his abject shock and numbing confusion long enough to greet the praetor.  ❝Frank; that’s really you, right? And not some kind of...illusion or freaky genetic duplicate? Sorry for asking. It’s just...we’ve both seen weirder.❞

[lichtia-blog]

Tᴇᴄʜɴᴏʟᴏɢɪᴄᴀʟ Dɪғғɪᴄᴜʟᴛɪᴇs

incandeo

         {{☀}} Adjusting to daily life was proving to be much more difficult for the isolated princess rather than any ordinary shut-in. Physically transitioning proved to be much simpler among other things. The friends she had made upon arrival had been kind enough to bring her attire up to date as well as find a solution to her braiding problem. Despite the many changes the princess found herself content and quite chipper today of all days. 

          “What do you think, Pascal? It’s not exactly what I usually wear but it’s a lot easier to move in, actually.” Upon her shoulder her scaly companion nodded in approval. From then on her smile was bright and inviting, that was until she was startled by a high pitched chime. From her pocket she produced a buzzing device, one she was not very adept at working quite yet. When the phone buzzed once more she lost her grip which sent her newly acquired cell flying. Luckily a kind stranger had somehow managed to catch it before it met its untimely demise at the hands of the concrete sidewalk below. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! I don’t know what happened it was in my hand one second and then the next...”