Rebel // 57 [Action]
[She had been playing during the day in the woods by herself for a few hours. Suddenly, she was on the snow-covered ground under the night sky. ...Actually, up until now, she had never seen snow before. Obviously, there was something wrong about all this. The girl tried to take the trail back home from where she had been asleep, but there wasn't any House of Vermillion; only the snow and dead trees. She was very lost.
Cold and miserable, she begins to walk aimlessly through the forest and eventually finds the village. Never before had she seen such a place. And the dozens of people in the distance... there were none the girl could recognize. There were only two that stuck to her mind from that moment on--her mother and father. Where were they? Where was she? The longer she was from home, the more worried she would make them. But these people... would they know where her parents were?
Unfortunately, she was too afraid to talk to complete strangers. As if she thought her answer was inside this foreign place, she continues on in. If anyone sees the her, they can probably tell that she's terrified. It really, really isn't that hard to tell.
But it's strange. To those who know her, aside from a few things, (the shorter hair, how slightly younger she looks, and the outfit) she is the spitting image of Noel Vermillion.
It is her; rather, it's Noel five years before canon--before she even considered joining the Academy and three months after she was found and adopted by the Vermillion household.
In short: I'm slowly prying myself away from hiatus, Noel has been de-aged for a week, and I'll be tagging with whatisapanda.]
Cold and miserable, she begins to walk aimlessly through the forest and eventually finds the village. Never before had she seen such a place. And the dozens of people in the distance... there were none the girl could recognize. There were only two that stuck to her mind from that moment on--her mother and father. Where were they? Where was she? The longer she was from home, the more worried she would make them. But these people... would they know where her parents were?
Unfortunately, she was too afraid to talk to complete strangers. As if she thought her answer was inside this foreign place, she continues on in. If anyone sees the her, they can probably tell that she's terrified. It really, really isn't that hard to tell.
But it's strange. To those who know her, aside from a few things, (the shorter hair, how slightly younger she looks, and the outfit) she is the spitting image of Noel Vermillion.
It is her; rather, it's Noel five years before canon--before she even considered joining the Academy and three months after she was found and adopted by the Vermillion household.
In short: I'm slowly prying myself away from hiatus, Noel has been de-aged for a week, and I'll be tagging with whatisapanda.]