03-18-2019, 03:12 PM
Florence doesn't know much about the world around her. She's young, only bordering on apprentice age, and even so, she had only been allowed within the wooden walls of their cabin, knowing only drunken cursing and refuge out in the dying garden in the backyard. Fate had not been kind to her, but it was even crueler to this creature. She did not know this, though, walking forward with a puzzled look on her face and her doll tagging along--which she pulled closer when she saw that Beck was here.
She is uncertain about what's going on, wary of the large beasts and the way they speak to one another, communicating in a language foreign to her ears. She doesn't know what's going on, doesn't understand it, but her mother is telling her to stay back so she does, trusting both her mother's and her own judgement.
Freedom, as said, was bittersweet. She knew the fight for freedom, though she didn't understand it as such. She had struggled for her way out, an escape from her own blood, someone who should have loved but instead spewed hate. But that same escape had thrown her into a new world, unfamiliar territory with intimidating figures such as these. She had only one thing she held close, and as a child, that was all she needed.
So she stays away, silent, watching and waiting; for what she didn't know.
She is uncertain about what's going on, wary of the large beasts and the way they speak to one another, communicating in a language foreign to her ears. She doesn't know what's going on, doesn't understand it, but her mother is telling her to stay back so she does, trusting both her mother's and her own judgement.
Freedom, as said, was bittersweet. She knew the fight for freedom, though she didn't understand it as such. She had struggled for her way out, an escape from her own blood, someone who should have loved but instead spewed hate. But that same escape had thrown her into a new world, unfamiliar territory with intimidating figures such as these. She had only one thing she held close, and as a child, that was all she needed.
So she stays away, silent, watching and waiting; for what she didn't know.