[Lost] Last game...
Last Inverness game was flashback central for Alex...
Petra was speaking about ghosts. It was very goodly and important to listen to Petra speaking about ghosts. If she just focused on her saying how to exorcise a particularly pesky ghost then she wouldn’t be looking at the anthropomorphic wolf, dragon, bird or any of the other terrible masked things.
Masks that made people look like critters; the whole notion sent a shiver down her spine. She’d not liked the idea of a masquerade party to begin with but she reasoned that she’d gotten passed being upset by silly masks. She’d worked long and hard to remind herself and prove to herself that here, in the nice real world that was real and good and nice and safe, masks were just bits of paper or card or leather that you put on and took off. Like a hat. Nothing more than a silly hat.
She’d brought a mask along to this party, she was very proud of the massive step she’d taken with this. It was even a scary mask because she thought to herself that she would show off just how good she was with these things now. She kept taking it off to be sure it did come off but it was still a very big step that made her very proud indeed.
But then people had been given nasty paper masks that made them look like beasts. It was meant to be fun. She didn’t see the fun in it at all.
Focus on Petra talking about how the prayers work against ghosts. It’s important. Don’t look at the dragon and you can pretend its not there. Besides it’s not really a dragon. And if it were a dragon it’s not that dragon. And if it was that dragon it wouldn’t matter because this is the real world and not Over There.
“What if I stole your hoard?” asked the wolf to the dragon and Alex nearly leapt out of her seat as she swore the dragon looked at her, looked at her with accusing slitted eyes.
“I didn’t steal anything,” she blurted, not entirely sure why she’d said it. The dragon smiled in amusement and she cringed, she didn’t know why she’d been so startled by that but all she could think of was angry dragons chasing her from lairs.
Before she could try to explain, try to grasp what was happening or even try to go back to watching Petra who still looked comfortingly like Petra someone burst into the room. There was trouble. Alex almost breathed a sigh of relief; trouble was something she knew and understood. She needed to help, it was simple and had nothing to do with dragons or masks or anything bad.
She dashed into the next room and saw the person lying on the floor. She was back in her element now; a monkey knew how to help when help was needed and everything would be fine. The dragon had followed her.
She called for Petra to hand her the bag and snatched a nice ripe piece of goblin fruit from it, preparing to leap to the rescue of the hurt person on the ground. But suddenly the monarch was telling her no. She didn’t understand. There was a dragon behind her. There were too many masked people all about and Mordante was telling her to stop, saying that the girl was human.
Alex shook her head trying to clear it, it was all too much and far too confusing for the monkey. The dragon was behind her. She didn’t want to look there and there was something in her hand, she looked down at it in interest and froze.
A peach.
She was holding it and the masked creatures could all see it and the dragon knew she’d stolen something and the world was spinning and lurching and all gone out of hand. She let it fall from her hand, dropping it like a hot coal and backed away. But they were watching. They’d seen her steal it and they had the masks all ready and they didn’t have a monkey yet, they needed a monkey.
A fox tailed demon was in front of her. He looked furious. He knew about the peach. He was waving a staff at her and coming close, she backed away but he came after her trying to shove the staff into her hands. She choked back shouts as best she could, tried to cling to the tiniest shred of hope that none of this was actually happening.
She didn’t much like masquerade parties.
Petra was speaking about ghosts. It was very goodly and important to listen to Petra speaking about ghosts. If she just focused on her saying how to exorcise a particularly pesky ghost then she wouldn’t be looking at the anthropomorphic wolf, dragon, bird or any of the other terrible masked things.
Masks that made people look like critters; the whole notion sent a shiver down her spine. She’d not liked the idea of a masquerade party to begin with but she reasoned that she’d gotten passed being upset by silly masks. She’d worked long and hard to remind herself and prove to herself that here, in the nice real world that was real and good and nice and safe, masks were just bits of paper or card or leather that you put on and took off. Like a hat. Nothing more than a silly hat.
She’d brought a mask along to this party, she was very proud of the massive step she’d taken with this. It was even a scary mask because she thought to herself that she would show off just how good she was with these things now. She kept taking it off to be sure it did come off but it was still a very big step that made her very proud indeed.
But then people had been given nasty paper masks that made them look like beasts. It was meant to be fun. She didn’t see the fun in it at all.
Focus on Petra talking about how the prayers work against ghosts. It’s important. Don’t look at the dragon and you can pretend its not there. Besides it’s not really a dragon. And if it were a dragon it’s not that dragon. And if it was that dragon it wouldn’t matter because this is the real world and not Over There.
“What if I stole your hoard?” asked the wolf to the dragon and Alex nearly leapt out of her seat as she swore the dragon looked at her, looked at her with accusing slitted eyes.
“I didn’t steal anything,” she blurted, not entirely sure why she’d said it. The dragon smiled in amusement and she cringed, she didn’t know why she’d been so startled by that but all she could think of was angry dragons chasing her from lairs.
Before she could try to explain, try to grasp what was happening or even try to go back to watching Petra who still looked comfortingly like Petra someone burst into the room. There was trouble. Alex almost breathed a sigh of relief; trouble was something she knew and understood. She needed to help, it was simple and had nothing to do with dragons or masks or anything bad.
She dashed into the next room and saw the person lying on the floor. She was back in her element now; a monkey knew how to help when help was needed and everything would be fine. The dragon had followed her.
She called for Petra to hand her the bag and snatched a nice ripe piece of goblin fruit from it, preparing to leap to the rescue of the hurt person on the ground. But suddenly the monarch was telling her no. She didn’t understand. There was a dragon behind her. There were too many masked people all about and Mordante was telling her to stop, saying that the girl was human.
Alex shook her head trying to clear it, it was all too much and far too confusing for the monkey. The dragon was behind her. She didn’t want to look there and there was something in her hand, she looked down at it in interest and froze.
A peach.
She was holding it and the masked creatures could all see it and the dragon knew she’d stolen something and the world was spinning and lurching and all gone out of hand. She let it fall from her hand, dropping it like a hot coal and backed away. But they were watching. They’d seen her steal it and they had the masks all ready and they didn’t have a monkey yet, they needed a monkey.
A fox tailed demon was in front of her. He looked furious. He knew about the peach. He was waving a staff at her and coming close, she backed away but he came after her trying to shove the staff into her hands. She choked back shouts as best she could, tried to cling to the tiniest shred of hope that none of this was actually happening.
She didn’t much like masquerade parties.