09-02-2023, 02:52 AM
(This post was last modified: 09-02-2023, 04:22 AM by Henley. Edited 2 times in total.)
Henley's mind was quiet. A blank canvas pulled taut upon its board and left to lay bare. Perhaps its only purpose to collect dust from within its lonesome, unlit room. Then, a splash of color ignited her world. A brilliant ballad of hues danced across her skies and flooded through the thin gaps between her lids. Where there had once been darkness, now there was light. Crimson and tangerine swam together, entangled with one another like two wolves running, weaving into one another with their rainbow threads.
As it would turn out, such radiance was quite the annoyance. She writhed in her cradle, clasping her eyes shut tightly whilst pleasant bird song hummed in her ears. It was another moment before realization began to dawn upon her. Golden lenses peered tentatively out from beneath the paw she had smacked over her eyes until they could better adjust to her surroundings. Light had glimmered around her; The morning sunrise, the sparkling ripples upon the lake, the scales of a minnow just before it was downed by the herring that caught it. This place was not familiar to her.
Henley blinked several times. The recognition she had been waiting for never broke forth from the horizon. Confusion was the only bell that rattled within her, a myriad of thoughts swirling around in an angry torrent. Cool tendrils swept the fur from her back and panic sank its claws into her sweet flesh.
Was she... wet?
With little grace, she tried and failed to pull herself to her feet. The only progress made was landing her jaw unceremoniously upon a river stone with a swift and painful whack. To any onlooker, she would appear a soiled maiden writhing around in the lake, aimless and uncoordinated. Possibly a drunkard who had undergone one too many the night before, and now in attempts to right oneself, was partaking in a brisk sunrise bath with a group of loons.
Stilts for legs wobbled ungracefully as she attempted to gather herself before falling into the lake once more. What had happened to her? She couldn't pry herself away from the question that had been ruminating in her mind in endless mockery. Now unveiled from beneath the placid waters, the sickly sweet scent of blood curled into her nose and her heart plummeted spiritedly down into her stomach. Again, her feeble legs would falter.
As it would turn out, such radiance was quite the annoyance. She writhed in her cradle, clasping her eyes shut tightly whilst pleasant bird song hummed in her ears. It was another moment before realization began to dawn upon her. Golden lenses peered tentatively out from beneath the paw she had smacked over her eyes until they could better adjust to her surroundings. Light had glimmered around her; The morning sunrise, the sparkling ripples upon the lake, the scales of a minnow just before it was downed by the herring that caught it. This place was not familiar to her.
Henley blinked several times. The recognition she had been waiting for never broke forth from the horizon. Confusion was the only bell that rattled within her, a myriad of thoughts swirling around in an angry torrent. Cool tendrils swept the fur from her back and panic sank its claws into her sweet flesh.
Was she... wet?
With little grace, she tried and failed to pull herself to her feet. The only progress made was landing her jaw unceremoniously upon a river stone with a swift and painful whack. To any onlooker, she would appear a soiled maiden writhing around in the lake, aimless and uncoordinated. Possibly a drunkard who had undergone one too many the night before, and now in attempts to right oneself, was partaking in a brisk sunrise bath with a group of loons.
Stilts for legs wobbled ungracefully as she attempted to gather herself before falling into the lake once more. What had happened to her? She couldn't pry herself away from the question that had been ruminating in her mind in endless mockery. Now unveiled from beneath the placid waters, the sickly sweet scent of blood curled into her nose and her heart plummeted spiritedly down into her stomach. Again, her feeble legs would falter.
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