Floating Key
The girl had contrived a plan to get to the green island in the sea with all of her things. Step one had been to find a large swatch of wood that was relatively flat on both sides. It took her many days of walking in the jungle to find a suitable piece which was not waterlogged from the rain, but, eventually, she had succeeded. After testing its buoyancy in the bouncy sea itself, and finding it satisfactory, she had set to hollowing out divots into the wood, for her pots to rest in. Lastly, she found enough vine to bind all of it safely to the makeshift raft, so, if it decided to capsize, she could simply flip it back over, and (hopefully) all of her things would still be there. Then she had set out. It had gone well enough at first, until the plants had begun to spontaneously combust and freeze, as they’d been doing since she’d arrived. The sight of it all was terrifying and frustrating, and, by the time she’d made it to the milky shoreline, she was mad at the entire situation, and this stupid world she’d found herself in. Then, of course, the itching had started. It raced all along her leg and back, and refused to stop, no matter how she scratched it or how long. This made her even madder, which, of course, made the itching worse. Sure that it couldn’t possibly become anymore traumatic, the girl had ferociously grumbled whilst itching at her hind leg – only for it to do just that. Her hair fell off of her leg, which was enough to make her gasp in horror. When she noticed the scales, the growing girl really lost it. “Are you serious?!” she screams at her leg, only for her plants to promptly burst into flame again. Roaring as she kicks sand in every direction, covering her plants, cloak, watering can, everything in the nearby vicinity with grit in the heat of the moment, she continues to shout and wail. “Of course you’d take that, you stupid Rift! It’s all I have left of my family! I hate you! You are awful and I’m glad our Gods made you blow up!” Something, of course, hears her. It’s how today is going for our little darling, right? As her plants cease to smolder and piteously droop, something unseen but detectable rushes in on the girl, so fast that she has just enough time to stop shouting, to scream in fear, before it collides with her. That scream becomes everything inside of her head, seeming to multiply, and grow claws, until… Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Shaking with her legs splayed, the filly tremulously stands, and looks around herself, eyes wide with fear, and her heart thud thudding in her chest, though it’s only the sensation. Looking back behind her to the sea, and realizing I can’t hear that, either, Maude’s lower lip begins to tremble seconds before she bursts into tears. “WHYYYYY?!” hurls the maiden a cry to the heavens, falling to the beach in a crumpled heap of dismay. that I will see the Light |
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