Apr 16, 2012
Hey, sir, I wanna join in. |:
VERY WELL THEN. ANOTHER MEMBER!
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Hey, sir, I wanna join in. |:
VERY WELL THEN. ANOTHER MEMBER!
wind-empress started following you
"Breezy day..." Zack murmured to himself, glancing around curiously, "You'd think it'd start warming up around here, with flowers popping up all over..." Not that I'm complaining. Breeze feels nice.
Tumblr Crushes:
wild-moon
goldbez Brobez
megaxflare
wind-empress
heavens-wrath
grand-cross Bastard
devotedlittlebaker
8thheaven
mirage-dive
/lands in here /patiently waits /patiently-- /ends up pacing
-he looks up at her, offering her a small smile-
...Good to see you again, my dear.
Oho~, a new face. Welcome to this place- I am Barbariccia, empress of the winds~.
Thank you for welcoming me. My name is Terra.
New
When she wakes up, everything is gone.
Her eyelids ache when she opens them. Has she been crying? She doesn't remember. She racks her brain, trying to recall what happened before she fell asleep.
There is nothing, mother. Go back to sleep.Yes. Don't strain yourself.We are safe. That's all that matters.You've done so well, mother.Just sleep.Sleep.
The idea's promising. Comforting. Wherever she is now - there's not very much light. Only tiny pinpricks in the black blanket thrown over her. She can hardly even make out the soft, sapphire hue of her new skin. Hardly. But her eye still catches it; observes how pretty it looks, the way it's faintly luminous in the void around her. She thinks, did I always have skin of such a color? Is this how I have always been, she thinks as she attempts to warm herself with long silvery hair? Have children's voices always resounded against the walls of my skull?
Yes. We have always been a part of you. Do you not recall, mother? Has our existence faded? Surely we are not strangers to you?
No. Of course not.
Strung-out, she stretches out her long grown-up legs and crosses them like she's sitting. The small of her back presses into the cold stone husk she rides on - what is cold? Was she ever warm?
Mother, go back to sleep.
And so she does.