⏳
for every “⏳” i receive, my muse will openly talk about a bit of their backstory.
“My powers started to manifest when I was four years old, after a year of planning and hiding me away, my father told me it was time to go. I remember playing outside with the other children when he came out and took me by my arm, and a carriage was waiting for us at the manor. The driver had very specific instructions of where to take me while my father would remain at the manor to explain why his daughter was no longer showing up to court.”
“The ride was a long one, and being such a young child, I was quite frightened. The carriage was no match for bitter cold wind and the constant snowfall, and by the time I reached my destination, my toes were numb. Luckily the rest of my years in the Freljord weren’t as unappealing as those first few days.”