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For days now Pierrette had felt a tremor, a stirring of restlessness that settled low in her belly and left her squirming in anxiety and confusion. The days trickled by like grains of sand in an hourglass; one became six and weeks became months. She felt sick some days, walking the same paths she had found in her first days, but the familiar steps brought little comfort and her agitation diminished and swelled like the tides. She explored new areas by creeping closer to homes than she had previously dared, taking tentative steps into the large communal complexes she had at first shunned out of feelings of unease.
She had started small. The pub, the baking house, the stables so she could whisper secrets to the livestock. She had climbed the trees in the grove and had hidden herself as high as she dared to go, hugging the bark of the tree as close as she would a brother. A breeze rustled the leaves and the smell of green washed over her, ripe with Ma and the sweetness fruit. She had pressed a gentle kiss to the trunk of her friend when she descended from it hours later, thanking it for it's hospitality and kindness.
The largest building was not a complete mystery to her. In her early days she had taken steady step inside, but the closed space and stale air had propelled her backwards and back into the arms of the outdoors. Now, she took deep breaths. She steadied her body and her mind, the trembling in her belly lulling itself into a dull roar. She walked in not tall, not proud nor brave. Just curious and cautious and so small, so tired of the same thing, so afraid that nothing would satisfy her need to see and roam. She tried to not seem out of place with her dusty feet and tangled hair, and kept her head low enough to not draw attention. If anyone walked past her, she ignored them and they did the same. She traced her fingers along the walls, her feet silent as she tip toed from room to room.
Her place was with the trees. To have her toes dug deep into soil, to smell the wind and sea. But in each room she found something new, and the tremble in her belly settled and her eyes grew wide and keen. She did not belong here, but her fingers twitched eagerly with each new thing she didn't understand, and she took quiet steps further and further into the the prison of walls and strange light.
She was a stone. She was strong, but with time and weather she could adapt.
[Pierrette is exploring the Compound. Feel free to find her anywhere inside. She's wound a little tightly today, but she's always good to meet new people.]
She had started small. The pub, the baking house, the stables so she could whisper secrets to the livestock. She had climbed the trees in the grove and had hidden herself as high as she dared to go, hugging the bark of the tree as close as she would a brother. A breeze rustled the leaves and the smell of green washed over her, ripe with Ma and the sweetness fruit. She had pressed a gentle kiss to the trunk of her friend when she descended from it hours later, thanking it for it's hospitality and kindness.
The largest building was not a complete mystery to her. In her early days she had taken steady step inside, but the closed space and stale air had propelled her backwards and back into the arms of the outdoors. Now, she took deep breaths. She steadied her body and her mind, the trembling in her belly lulling itself into a dull roar. She walked in not tall, not proud nor brave. Just curious and cautious and so small, so tired of the same thing, so afraid that nothing would satisfy her need to see and roam. She tried to not seem out of place with her dusty feet and tangled hair, and kept her head low enough to not draw attention. If anyone walked past her, she ignored them and they did the same. She traced her fingers along the walls, her feet silent as she tip toed from room to room.
Her place was with the trees. To have her toes dug deep into soil, to smell the wind and sea. But in each room she found something new, and the tremble in her belly settled and her eyes grew wide and keen. She did not belong here, but her fingers twitched eagerly with each new thing she didn't understand, and she took quiet steps further and further into the the prison of walls and strange light.
She was a stone. She was strong, but with time and weather she could adapt.
[Pierrette is exploring the Compound. Feel free to find her anywhere inside. She's wound a little tightly today, but she's always good to meet new people.]