10-22-2019, 06:04 AM
ASTER - nonbinary - "fox" - 4 months - elysium
You haven't heard of Halloween before.
This doesn't surprise you. You don't know a lot. You can barely understand what others are saying, but Halloween is pervasive. It's something important -- fun. Have you had fun before? What is Halloween really, anyways?
You wish your head wasn't so blank.
It doesn't occur to you to question what your standing in this group is. You'd been brought in, hurt -- and you still are. Nobody told you if you were allowed to stay past that, but you also didn't know enough about much of anything to worry about it. You are you, and you want to stay.
... There's so many people over there.
Hesitant, you begin to trod your way over. You know one person here. He was kind when you met him, though you are not sure what gestures he is making now. Your pace quickens, and you settle close beside him, Hushsound, though you do not know his name, almost touching. You have been practicing listening. You like listening. But even with this, you still struggle to understand. 'halloween' is being said, and some other words you know. They're greeting him. The one with the orange head. This is all you know, at least with clarity.
You want to fit in. How do you greet him? You cannot speak, and wouldn't know how to form the words even if you did. What did the head tip he did mean? Directed at someone else. Was that, too, a greeting? Your gaze roves across the group, but you do not manage to gather any more clues. So, you try. Clearly mimicking him, the orange-headed one, you jerkily tip your head in his direction.
It's really just unfortunate you don't know enough language to pick their names out of their sentences yet.
This doesn't surprise you. You don't know a lot. You can barely understand what others are saying, but Halloween is pervasive. It's something important -- fun. Have you had fun before? What is Halloween really, anyways?
You wish your head wasn't so blank.
It doesn't occur to you to question what your standing in this group is. You'd been brought in, hurt -- and you still are. Nobody told you if you were allowed to stay past that, but you also didn't know enough about much of anything to worry about it. You are you, and you want to stay.
... There's so many people over there.
Hesitant, you begin to trod your way over. You know one person here. He was kind when you met him, though you are not sure what gestures he is making now. Your pace quickens, and you settle close beside him, Hushsound, though you do not know his name, almost touching. You have been practicing listening. You like listening. But even with this, you still struggle to understand. 'halloween' is being said, and some other words you know. They're greeting him. The one with the orange head. This is all you know, at least with clarity.
You want to fit in. How do you greet him? You cannot speak, and wouldn't know how to form the words even if you did. What did the head tip he did mean? Directed at someone else. Was that, too, a greeting? Your gaze roves across the group, but you do not manage to gather any more clues. So, you try. Clearly mimicking him, the orange-headed one, you jerkily tip your head in his direction.
It's really just unfortunate you don't know enough language to pick their names out of their sentences yet.
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