2. La Mer .2 || Open ||
[ After spending the entire day staring out her window, Chane bundled up and headed down to stand right in front of the entrance of the Castle, outside, scribbling thoughts. It was late in the evening, and the world she'd been placed into had yet to quiet down. In fact, there never seemed to be real silence or peace.
She shifted in a coat that seemed twice her size, pulling a feathered hat down over her ears. She took in the face of her new home, its immense packaging of valleys, mountains, streams, and all of its knowns and unknowns. There was an emptiness that coexisted with the liveliness of this place, and the warm glow of the Castle behind her lit the night just enough for her to get a good view of her journal.
She never was the type to write down her thoughts. Her writing was always purely direct, either reacting to a question or asking one; never without aim. She had asked many questions around this place, but seemed to get nowhere. No clarity, nothing truly learned. Everyone had strange ways of thinking, but that didn't necessarily mean something bad. Just unfamiliar. Without the telepathic link to her Father, Chane felt a new-found aloneness in her mind. She looked down at her journal, and today, she had realized she was not a very good writer. She couldn't even convey what she was feeling to herself.
Henyway
Open Post. She's just shivering and scribbling nonsense in her journal. Loser...alert... ]
She shifted in a coat that seemed twice her size, pulling a feathered hat down over her ears. She took in the face of her new home, its immense packaging of valleys, mountains, streams, and all of its knowns and unknowns. There was an emptiness that coexisted with the liveliness of this place, and the warm glow of the Castle behind her lit the night just enough for her to get a good view of her journal.
She never was the type to write down her thoughts. Her writing was always purely direct, either reacting to a question or asking one; never without aim. She had asked many questions around this place, but seemed to get nowhere. No clarity, nothing truly learned. Everyone had strange ways of thinking, but that didn't necessarily mean something bad. Just unfamiliar. Without the telepathic link to her Father, Chane felt a new-found aloneness in her mind. She looked down at her journal, and today, she had realized she was not a very good writer. She couldn't even convey what she was feeling to herself.
Henyway
Open Post. She's just shivering and scribbling nonsense in her journal. Loser...alert... ]