how do you like the world so far? [open]
Who: Jane (just0watch)
Attn?: Luciela (ladyofthesouth), Lucian (lightofvengence), anyone else; as usual I love multiple threads
When: Nowadays
Where: The Ruins
Format: Prose, action, sonnet... whatev!
What: Wandering barefoot where least appropriate
Warnings: What will come of this?! [throwing Floatymiss Alignment Neutral at everyone to see what sticks...]
For a rare moment the sky was blue. Or she imagined it was.
Jane followed the sun across the jagged landscape. Upright crags--artificial, remnants of constructs, but so complete in covering the ground as to ape a natural force--both meanings of "tectonic"--were thoroughly examined by the soles of her feet. Which in turn were never scraped.
Was she here as a test? Childlike exploration here seemed... cheeky. Either she would be promptly killed or else she belonged. She seemed unafraid. In fact, she was singing lightly to the top of her own head.
Jenny Rebecca, four days old
How do you like the world so far?
Jenny Rebecca, four days old
What a lucky, lucky, lucky
Lucky girl you are
For you have swings to be swung on
Trees to be climbed up
Days to be young on
Toys you can wind up
Dogs to be caring for
Love to be giving
Dreams to be daring for
Long as you’re living
Jenny Rebecca, four days old
What a lucky, lucky, lucky
Lucky girl you are...
She'd hated that song when her brothers and sisters sang it at her. Now she sang it to herself because they wouldn't again.
Attn?: Luciela (ladyofthesouth), Lucian (lightofvengence), anyone else; as usual I love multiple threads
When: Nowadays
Where: The Ruins
Format: Prose, action, sonnet... whatev!
What: Wandering barefoot where least appropriate
Warnings: What will come of this?! [throwing Floatymiss Alignment Neutral at everyone to see what sticks...]
For a rare moment the sky was blue. Or she imagined it was.
Jane followed the sun across the jagged landscape. Upright crags--artificial, remnants of constructs, but so complete in covering the ground as to ape a natural force--both meanings of "tectonic"--were thoroughly examined by the soles of her feet. Which in turn were never scraped.
Was she here as a test? Childlike exploration here seemed... cheeky. Either she would be promptly killed or else she belonged. She seemed unafraid. In fact, she was singing lightly to the top of her own head.
Jenny Rebecca, four days old
How do you like the world so far?
Jenny Rebecca, four days old
What a lucky, lucky, lucky
Lucky girl you are
For you have swings to be swung on
Trees to be climbed up
Days to be young on
Toys you can wind up
Dogs to be caring for
Love to be giving
Dreams to be daring for
Long as you’re living
Jenny Rebecca, four days old
What a lucky, lucky, lucky
Lucky girl you are...
She'd hated that song when her brothers and sisters sang it at her. Now she sang it to herself because they wouldn't again.