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playground -ˋˏ✧ˎˊ- private - stella - 11-23-2018
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confusion and helplessness had never been a thing that had ever particularly bothered stella in her naive young life; they were weak emotions that mortals felt. but so was the hybrid child - partially at least. something so easily ignored and negated for simply loving her family no matter their downfalls, but hard to come to terms with when mortal things like helplessness crept up on the small child. frightening stella to a degree that no other experience could compare. which stella supposed that if simple things like these were the worst thing to happen to her, then she was pretty lucky.
mortal's feelings like these seeped into stella's veins the more the visions of colours grew, the other member's colours, their colours. each unique and totally and utterly unalike in hue to the next and next and the next. they were so bright though - how did no one get so distracted all the time? simple pleasures like walks alongside the crystalline views of barracuda bay were sullied by the invasive nature of the auras all encompassing stella's view and filling her senses to a breaking point. reading sessions, tea parties, pillow fort time; all invaded by this foreign bandit. not even sleep could be exempt from the terrors of aimlessly wandering crewmember's irritating auras just floating around in stella's overactive mind and infiltrating her dreams.
stella knew what to do.
it was how the young hybrid child had ended up here, following her artistic sister as stella tried to relieve the tension of this pent up frustrations with a therapeutic way of expressing to kai just how stella felt while releasing the vexed energy. at first the multi-hued ragdoll was skeptical - art was never the strongest of stella's suits, but could appreciate the majesty of it - but soon enough, with just a few brushstrokes and a pleased glance at the amalgamations of colours splattered upon the once blank canvas; stella was a believer. it was just so hard to explain with words the things the child was feeling, with an underdeveloped vocabulary and the sheer impossibility of explanation of visual images. now it was on paper, now others could understand. now they could help try and ease that feeling on helplessness and try to make sense of what the hybrid felt and saw.
"what do you.. think? feel? i'm not sure what it's supposed to invoke, but i'm happy to hear whatever you want to say kai." monotonous voice rang out to her sister, lavender hues locked on to her frame with eyes hopeful that her typically empathetic sister would be able to produce something. anything. something just to make sure stella was conveyed what she had wanted to, to kaisa.
[member=2796]kaisa.[/member]