And you can ask questions. You might not get an answer, but you can ask.
[She lifts her drink in a bit of a toast before taking a sip. Oh, that is good, and she makes an appreciative noise. Nadine's never been much of a drinker, but she enjoys a nice wine. And this is nice wine.]
This is good. Alright. It's story time.
[She clears her throat and calls up her storytelling voice - not used since she had a proper classroom and a class full of seven year olds. Also called up is a book she once read, one that would work well for this little experiment.]
Once upon a time, there was a little girl who got lost in the woods. Very lost. At first it was alright, because it was a nice day...but then it started to get dark. And cold. And the little girl was still very, very lost.
She managed to find some berries and a stream to drink from, and the hollow of a tree to sleep in. But the next day she was still lost, and wandered much deeper into the forest. Deeper than anyone ever went. She walked and walked until she came to a very bad place. But the little girl didn't know it was a bad place until it was too late. And a very dark, ancient, and evil thing that lived in that place found her. And it touched her. And it marked her.
She didn't remember exactly what happened, but she woke up back at the edge of the woods where she could find her way home. Only she was different now, and somehow everyone could tell. Her family grew cold, her parents were scared of her, her friends left her, and she was sent away to grow up in a place where she was all alone. Even when she grew up, she was still marked, and no one could seem to bear to get close to her. But she tried. She did all the things she was supposed to, but everything she touched was touched by the dark, too. Everything she managed to find, every job, every friend, every home, every person who might love her, she lost.
no subject
[She nods in agreement as she takes the goblet.]
And you can ask questions. You might not get an answer, but you can ask.
[She lifts her drink in a bit of a toast before taking a sip. Oh, that is good, and she makes an appreciative noise. Nadine's never been much of a drinker, but she enjoys a nice wine. And this is nice wine.]
This is good. Alright. It's story time.
[She clears her throat and calls up her storytelling voice - not used since she had a proper classroom and a class full of seven year olds. Also called up is a book she once read, one that would work well for this little experiment.]
Once upon a time, there was a little girl who got lost in the woods. Very lost. At first it was alright, because it was a nice day...but then it started to get dark. And cold. And the little girl was still very, very lost.
She managed to find some berries and a stream to drink from, and the hollow of a tree to sleep in. But the next day she was still lost, and wandered much deeper into the forest. Deeper than anyone ever went. She walked and walked until she came to a very bad place. But the little girl didn't know it was a bad place until it was too late. And a very dark, ancient, and evil thing that lived in that place found her. And it touched her. And it marked her.
She didn't remember exactly what happened, but she woke up back at the edge of the woods where she could find her way home. Only she was different now, and somehow everyone could tell. Her family grew cold, her parents were scared of her, her friends left her, and she was sent away to grow up in a place where she was all alone. Even when she grew up, she was still marked, and no one could seem to bear to get close to her. But she tried. She did all the things she was supposed to, but everything she touched was touched by the dark, too. Everything she managed to find, every job, every friend, every home, every person who might love her, she lost.
And then the world ended.