12-01-2018, 10:37 PM
[font=trebuchet ms]Her surroundings were drowned out by snow.
The chill of the outside air seeped in through the walls, trickling through her thick fur. She paid it no mind, not even a shiver to indicate that she felt any of it. It was no worse than the weather had been coming back here.
Her neck was uncovered for once, her scarf removed and set by her feet. The thin scars lining her throat had faded, and were covered by fur- indeed, she had only discovered them under thorough self-examination once she had returned home, and only because she now remembered there being wounds on her neck.
When using the forge, having additional flammable materials on her person was not the best idea.
The inverted question mark had suited her once. Though she had initially regarded the design of her pendant with wry bemusement, there was no denying that it did represent her. She did not know who she was, and hadn't the faintest idea who she would eventually be.
Both of those questions had been answered. She knew who she was now, and why she was alive.
The pendant that now lay before her was a silver arrow, the fletching finely detailed and the head sharp as a fang. An arrow had only one target, and it would be reused again and again until it finally hit that target. No matter what was in her way, she would get up again and again until it was safe to finally stop.
Adelaine and Miyuki were counting on her.
Taking the pendant's chain and stringing it around her neck, she did not shudder at the feeling of the cold metal. That she could still feel something, painful as it may have been, was a reminder to her that she was alive. Once you ceased to feel anything, it became that much easier to give up, and she could not give up.
For their sake, she would keep going.
/this is kinda rambly, don't feel the need to match muse
/tl;dr: she made a new pendant for herself
/if anyone wants to ask about the pendant, she can talk about the traditions behind it? maybe she can even make some for people
The chill of the outside air seeped in through the walls, trickling through her thick fur. She paid it no mind, not even a shiver to indicate that she felt any of it. It was no worse than the weather had been coming back here.
Her neck was uncovered for once, her scarf removed and set by her feet. The thin scars lining her throat had faded, and were covered by fur- indeed, she had only discovered them under thorough self-examination once she had returned home, and only because she now remembered there being wounds on her neck.
When using the forge, having additional flammable materials on her person was not the best idea.
The inverted question mark had suited her once. Though she had initially regarded the design of her pendant with wry bemusement, there was no denying that it did represent her. She did not know who she was, and hadn't the faintest idea who she would eventually be.
Both of those questions had been answered. She knew who she was now, and why she was alive.
The pendant that now lay before her was a silver arrow, the fletching finely detailed and the head sharp as a fang. An arrow had only one target, and it would be reused again and again until it finally hit that target. No matter what was in her way, she would get up again and again until it was safe to finally stop.
Adelaine and Miyuki were counting on her.
Taking the pendant's chain and stringing it around her neck, she did not shudder at the feeling of the cold metal. That she could still feel something, painful as it may have been, was a reminder to her that she was alive. Once you ceased to feel anything, it became that much easier to give up, and she could not give up.
For their sake, she would keep going.
/this is kinda rambly, don't feel the need to match muse
/tl;dr: she made a new pendant for herself
/if anyone wants to ask about the pendant, she can talk about the traditions behind it? maybe she can even make some for people
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