Annie isn't dressed right for the chill of winter, but it's no surprise when she's barely had a chance to so much as get herself settled. The strangers, the kedan, had explained a great deal that she wasn't ready to understand yet. It was nonsensical in many ways, really. Death, she doubts, would be as soft as this place seemed to be when she had failed in every possible way.
A world where nothing exists to recognize her certainly seems like a dream.
Most of the people here don't look quite like humans, and more notable is the fact that no one seems to recognize the unicorn insignia on her uniform. Everything is entirely foreign, and, by all markers, it seems as if she were almost invisible. Children shriek, darting past her as she walks deliberately down along the sidewalk, and for a moment she pauses to watch their movements. A little girl with long blue tentacles pulled into pigtails yells a war cry, shoving a boy into a pile of snow. Carefully, she walks around them, too, her heavy-lidded, almost blank gaze moving on to the next thing to see.
If this is a dream, she wonders why she has to still be so very tired. ]
5 - hope it's okay
Annie isn't dressed right for the chill of winter, but it's no surprise when she's barely had a chance to so much as get herself settled. The strangers, the kedan, had explained a great deal that she wasn't ready to understand yet. It was nonsensical in many ways, really. Death, she doubts, would be as soft as this place seemed to be when she had failed in every possible way.
A world where nothing exists to recognize her certainly seems like a dream.
Most of the people here don't look quite like humans, and more notable is the fact that no one seems to recognize the unicorn insignia on her uniform. Everything is entirely foreign, and, by all markers, it seems as if she were almost invisible. Children shriek, darting past her as she walks deliberately down along the sidewalk, and for a moment she pauses to watch their movements. A little girl with long blue tentacles pulled into pigtails yells a war cry, shoving a boy into a pile of snow. Carefully, she walks around them, too, her heavy-lidded, almost blank gaze moving on to the next thing to see.
If this is a dream, she wonders why she has to still be so very tired. ]