28th Teddy Bear [Action/Written Notes/Voice]
[The draft took a lot out of her. When she returned to Luceti, she walked soundlessly back toward home, as quiet as a mouse when entering; she didn't want to wake them. Not right now. But if anyone wants to run into her during her walk back, they'll find a girl with bruises and scrapes walking along the path back home.
... It'll be the last time to speak with her, anyway.
When she returned, she walked into her room, sat on the soft, pink bed, and held her white teddy bear in hand silently for what seemed like far too long. It had a few withered spots, a few little patches where the fur wasn't as bright white... Now, in her real home, it sat on a shelf with a missing eye and loose stitches in the back. Dirty, but not gone.
Just as silently, she walks along one wall, covered in photos. Not framed, but taped by small hands that had no concept of placing.There were pictures of her and dad hogging up the camera lens, a picture of her and mom dressed up with Asch the pony between her arms, Nami and her beaming in the orchard...
Her eyes filled with tears, and she sat against the side of the bed with her knees brought up to her forehead. She's had such a blessed life. Even though she's wondered otherwise from time to time-even if things happened and hurt so much, even if she's lost things she's never imagined she'd have to face losing, it was a good life. Not perfect... there's no such thing, really...
But it was good. And even if it changes or her world never comes to be...
She has a feeling everyone here will try to make it as perfect as they can for her. And that's what matters, in the end. And if she decided to walk a similar path again... She hopes there's the same feeling of content-ness that she feels, right now, sitting in the middle of her room.]
[She begins to write notes. They're small and will never cover all she would want to cover, but they're still important nonetheless; anyone on the list who gets one can try to reply if they'd like, but it'll be met with silence. Silence, because as her head lulls and the pen drops from her hand, the faint noise of droids beyond her window carry on to the house. Time to go.
Time to leave.
As her vision fades to black, she drops her sword, but it's gone not much later, without her or her journal there as well.]
Horsies!! And all sorts of different animals!
[Luceti Land has a small, overly excitable voice making a ruckus in both the journals and across the amusement park grounds, as she runs to inspect the tall, impressive carousel with her journal in hand. She rushes to the snack stands, to the game stands, to stare in awe at the bright, colorful lights. It's still nighttime--in fact, it hasn't been but an hour since she returned as a six-year-old--but she doesn't seem fazed by the fact that it was technically going into the morning now.
No, instead, she's looking excitedly through the journal as a tall roller9coaster ride zig-zags around the track, in the distance; there is a clear sign of cotton candy edging her mouth and hand, but she doesn't seem to mind this.]
Papa, mama! Did you see what they did? There's rides everywhere! And they have lots of candy! Lots! Did Mr. Bil make this one, too? It's even bigger than the castle!
[What is that-could it be...?]
Whooooa, Can I go on the big tea cups? They're so cool! Can I?
[She's... seemingly unaware that she was away from the village, or had ever been mallynapped, and hanging around away on an island for Luceti Land. It had to just be like her birthday, when the things appeared for no reason...! There's just no other reasoning to follow, right? This calls for big licorice sticks and dolls.]
((ooc: That's the end of the grown-up!Elicia mallynap. Thanks so much for making it a lot of fun ;~;
Lots of back-tagging and normal tagging to be done tomorrow! :|b))
... It'll be the last time to speak with her, anyway.
When she returned, she walked into her room, sat on the soft, pink bed, and held her white teddy bear in hand silently for what seemed like far too long. It had a few withered spots, a few little patches where the fur wasn't as bright white... Now, in her real home, it sat on a shelf with a missing eye and loose stitches in the back. Dirty, but not gone.
Just as silently, she walks along one wall, covered in photos. Not framed, but taped by small hands that had no concept of placing.There were pictures of her and dad hogging up the camera lens, a picture of her and mom dressed up with Asch the pony between her arms, Nami and her beaming in the orchard...
Her eyes filled with tears, and she sat against the side of the bed with her knees brought up to her forehead. She's had such a blessed life. Even though she's wondered otherwise from time to time-even if things happened and hurt so much, even if she's lost things she's never imagined she'd have to face losing, it was a good life. Not perfect... there's no such thing, really...
But it was good. And even if it changes or her world never comes to be...
She has a feeling everyone here will try to make it as perfect as they can for her. And that's what matters, in the end. And if she decided to walk a similar path again... She hopes there's the same feeling of content-ness that she feels, right now, sitting in the middle of her room.]
[She begins to write notes. They're small and will never cover all she would want to cover, but they're still important nonetheless; anyone on the list who gets one can try to reply if they'd like, but it'll be met with silence. Silence, because as her head lulls and the pen drops from her hand, the faint noise of droids beyond her window carry on to the house. Time to go.
Time to leave.
As her vision fades to black, she drops her sword, but it's gone not much later, without her or her journal there as well.]
Horsies!! And all sorts of different animals!
[Luceti Land has a small, overly excitable voice making a ruckus in both the journals and across the amusement park grounds, as she runs to inspect the tall, impressive carousel with her journal in hand. She rushes to the snack stands, to the game stands, to stare in awe at the bright, colorful lights. It's still nighttime--in fact, it hasn't been but an hour since she returned as a six-year-old--but she doesn't seem fazed by the fact that it was technically going into the morning now.
No, instead, she's looking excitedly through the journal as a tall roller9coaster ride zig-zags around the track, in the distance; there is a clear sign of cotton candy edging her mouth and hand, but she doesn't seem to mind this.]
Papa, mama! Did you see what they did? There's rides everywhere! And they have lots of candy! Lots! Did Mr. Bil make this one, too? It's even bigger than the castle!
[What is that-could it be...?]
Whooooa, Can I go on the big tea cups? They're so cool! Can I?
[She's... seemingly unaware that she was away from the village, or had ever been mallynapped, and hanging around away on an island for Luceti Land. It had to just be like her birthday, when the things appeared for no reason...! There's just no other reasoning to follow, right? This calls for big licorice sticks and dolls.]
((ooc: That's the end of the grown-up!Elicia mallynap. Thanks so much for making it a lot of fun ;~;
Lots of back-tagging and normal tagging to be done tomorrow! :|b))