12-01-2018, 03:10 PM
She had spent enough time wishing. She wished for a home, a family, when she was young, and then she wished that she was like all the other kids when she was finally taken in--just not in the way she had expected. She wanted freedom to roam, to play and laugh like other kids. But she was kept inside, and eventually she stopped wishing.
Then she wished for her life. She foolishly prayed to that goddess, her 'ancestor.' She prayed like it would save her, or it would save her people. But it didn't. Then she was here and she was stuck with all these people, all these animals. She never wanted any of it. Her own wishful thinking had killed her.
Now it was her chance to remake herself. It was her second chance at life. She'd be damned if she gave it all to sitting around and wishing--and yet, as she came over, looking down on Fairylights as she handed the rocks out, she couldn't find it in herself to say no. Besides, what harm would it do? She wasn't as enthusiastic as some of the others, but she would at least humor them.
"I'll take one, kid." she says, taking one of the stones from her and the marker. bUt what would she wish for? She paused, thinking, then wrote on the rock to the best of her ability. Not having hands was frustrating sometimes. Then she gave the marker back.
On the stone was messily written the word, Freedom. "character's speech."
Then she wished for her life. She foolishly prayed to that goddess, her 'ancestor.' She prayed like it would save her, or it would save her people. But it didn't. Then she was here and she was stuck with all these people, all these animals. She never wanted any of it. Her own wishful thinking had killed her.
Now it was her chance to remake herself. It was her second chance at life. She'd be damned if she gave it all to sitting around and wishing--and yet, as she came over, looking down on Fairylights as she handed the rocks out, she couldn't find it in herself to say no. Besides, what harm would it do? She wasn't as enthusiastic as some of the others, but she would at least humor them.
"I'll take one, kid." she says, taking one of the stones from her and the marker. bUt what would she wish for? She paused, thinking, then wrote on the rock to the best of her ability. Not having hands was frustrating sometimes. Then she gave the marker back.
On the stone was messily written the word, Freedom. "character's speech."