darkness falls across the land; the midnight hour is close at hand [Sawyer]
Trixa didn't take much stock in Halloween, after all, somewhere around Hallmark and Hershey's the tricks had lost their bite and the costumes became a mockery of what they were supposed to be on this night of nights. Which didn't mean she didn't take advantage of it from time to time, who was she to look a gift horse in the mouth when the chance arose, but for the most part she was over it, content to spend her time exploring the island and trying to find some vestige of hope. It was proving difficult.
So she had no idea that there was a party going on somewhere, that people were celebrating a holiday she generally ignored. She had no idea that there was anything amiss at all.
Well, not until she came across a strange cloud on her path, that was a pretty big clue.
Always curious, she approached the darkness with a wary step, mind scrolling back through centuries of knowledge, arcane, meteorological, and just plain weird. Her problem wasn't that she couldn't think of what it was, her problem was that she could think of too many things it could be... and none of them were particularly pleasant. Except fog, that just made her curls harder to manage, but the point remained. Something was Not Right and she wavered between going for help or checking it out herself.
Finally, it was the image of someone inside that made her take those final steps forward, and once inside the cloud... she started running. She could hear him screaming, that melodious voice that loved to sing to the sunsets was crying out in terror and pain. Screaming for his sister, in all her many names, for her to find him, protect him, save him from the demon.
Kimano was screaming for her to save his life.
So she had no idea that there was a party going on somewhere, that people were celebrating a holiday she generally ignored. She had no idea that there was anything amiss at all.
Well, not until she came across a strange cloud on her path, that was a pretty big clue.
Always curious, she approached the darkness with a wary step, mind scrolling back through centuries of knowledge, arcane, meteorological, and just plain weird. Her problem wasn't that she couldn't think of what it was, her problem was that she could think of too many things it could be... and none of them were particularly pleasant. Except fog, that just made her curls harder to manage, but the point remained. Something was Not Right and she wavered between going for help or checking it out herself.
Finally, it was the image of someone inside that made her take those final steps forward, and once inside the cloud... she started running. She could hear him screaming, that melodious voice that loved to sing to the sunsets was crying out in terror and pain. Screaming for his sister, in all her many names, for her to find him, protect him, save him from the demon.
Kimano was screaming for her to save his life.