[it's a rather unladylike thing to say, but she's going to say it. she finds herself feeling very...wooden? and her feet are bound together. bending over sharply to look through her red skirts to see that she might as well be glued together.
she stifled oncoming panic, making her face blank with emotion as she took stock of herself for now. it seemed she really had turned into wood -- something like a toy, maybe, with hinges for knees and elbows and finding that her arms rotated instead of stretching like what it would normally do.
it's got to be a dream, she thought. she'd had so many more scary dreams than this, to be honest.
she tests out a hop or two, realizing that she can move forward somehow if she were to concentrate hard enough. it's nothing like walking at all, but it's progress.
at least, until she gets hit with a snowball, hard enough to have her topple backwards into a snowbank.]
Muck, and to think that I was starting to get somewhere...
[help?]
ii-b: unboxing
[somehow she's managed to figure out how to deal with her new form, and while on the train, she finds herself faced with...a bunch of presents?
she frowns slightly, glancing back and forth, wondering if perhaps it was just a transport for whatever was going on here. Enne actually comes along someone who might be opening a box or considering opening a box, and she clears her throat.]
Don't you think that maybe this is for someone else?
[though she feels drawn to the gifts, herself...]
ii-c: hot chocolate
[it's so relieving when she's able to find some chocolate in this place. everything's been so stressful, and she's been craving sweets something fierce to try to take the edge off of her nerves.
it's after she drinks some of the caramel hot chocolate that she finds herself supremely energized -- and now she can't sit still. years of acting as a dancer kicks in, feeling caught up by the moment of the dancing staff. you'll find her among them, dancing as a ballerina would, and the staff ends up shoving cups into her hands too to give to the other passengers.
her wooden face is flushed by the time she comes to you, with whatever hot chocolate was given to her (your choice on the flavor) offered in her hands as she holds it out.]
enne salta | shadow game series | tdm
Muck.
[it's a rather unladylike thing to say, but she's going to say it. she finds herself feeling very...wooden? and her feet are bound together. bending over sharply to look through her red skirts to see that she might as well be glued together.
she stifled oncoming panic, making her face blank with emotion as she took stock of herself for now. it seemed she really had turned into wood -- something like a toy, maybe, with hinges for knees and elbows and finding that her arms rotated instead of stretching like what it would normally do.
it's got to be a dream, she thought. she'd had so many more scary dreams than this, to be honest.
she tests out a hop or two, realizing that she can move forward somehow if she were to concentrate hard enough. it's nothing like walking at all, but it's progress.
at least, until she gets hit with a snowball, hard enough to have her topple backwards into a snowbank.]
Muck, and to think that I was starting to get somewhere...
[help?]
ii-b: unboxing
[somehow she's managed to figure out how to deal with her new form, and while on the train, she finds herself faced with...a bunch of presents?
she frowns slightly, glancing back and forth, wondering if perhaps it was just a transport for whatever was going on here. Enne actually comes along someone who might be opening a box or considering opening a box, and she clears her throat.]
Don't you think that maybe this is for someone else?
[though she feels drawn to the gifts, herself...]
ii-c: hot chocolate
[it's so relieving when she's able to find some chocolate in this place. everything's been so stressful, and she's been craving sweets something fierce to try to take the edge off of her nerves.
it's after she drinks some of the caramel hot chocolate that she finds herself supremely energized -- and now she can't sit still. years of acting as a dancer kicks in, feeling caught up by the moment of the dancing staff. you'll find her among them, dancing as a ballerina would, and the staff ends up shoving cups into her hands too to give to the other passengers.
her wooden face is flushed by the time she comes to you, with whatever hot chocolate was given to her (your choice on the flavor) offered in her hands as she holds it out.]
Please, take it. It's really very good!