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Posted on April 24, 2016 at 07:44:43 PM by Whimsy
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Whimsy went on what hoped to be a pleasant afternoon walk. Monotony within her life had threatened to bore her, future stretching clearly before her until she felt the need to flee into the woods. Calvin had Darby that day. Not that she disliked her child (how could any mother?) but having a youngling tended to make most aspects of the day predictable. Or seem so. She hummed a melancholy tune Calvin had written, not her style but somehow stuck in her head. Fall had barely begun, the slight shisper of cool evenings to come. Her dress was still summer material in a slippery dark green material which had proved difficult to work with but was impossible not to love as a wearer, as it slid across the skin with barely a breath of resistance. Only a light cream shawl hinted that perhaps the day was not as warm as the proceeding days. Whimsy felt an odd shift - if "felt" was the correct word. It was not seen, or heard, and was not tangible in the sense an object was. It was more of a something off feeling, leaving her wondering. Amid greenery and rock landscapes fissures that mist seeped out of had opened. Whimsy frowned at them, having no clue what they were or where they led. From previous walks, she did not remember these, though her memory was perhaps not her finest feature. She edged closer, not sure what to make of the strange development. She heard voices - not clearly, but they drew her nearer. She had a longing to seek out the speaker, her strong sens of curiosity begging her to continue on, overruling her sense of caution. At another time, on another day, perhaps she would have been reasonable: turned back, remembering her responsibilities. But she was tired of the dull routine of recent. With that last shred of resistance gone she stumbled into the nearest gap large enough to accomodate a slight, short faerie such as she and into a world of fog and grey. She blinked, trying to gather her bearings. "Hello?" she questioned the vague landscape. Using her manipulation of light power she gather a small ball of it in her hand to hold in front of her and perhaps dissipate the fog before her.  |
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