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the glass ghost - Antha - September 11, 2019

She'd led @Julien past the mountains silently, gripped by some kind of nervous fit that has left her tense and weary since. Distance has done little to lessen the impending feeling of doom, the tug of something like a mixture of duty and morbid curiosity calling her back. We should turn back. Toward the mountains, She tells him over her shoulder, looking anywhere but his face. But I — need some time alone first.
She starts to walk faster, giving herself an excuse to tune out any response he may have as she heads toward a thick forest sprawled just past the meadow. The mountains are more diverse, she rationalizes, but she can't help feeling guilty for leading her brother in circles. She should have decided sooner, precious as their time is; she knows she can no longer afford the careless mistakes of her childhood, though part of her still mourns that freshly-closed chapter of her life. She slows to a halt, recalling the magic she'd felt as a child standing among the trees, singing to the moon and stars and hoping they might sing back. But now... she only sees an empty forest, dimming as the sun sets on an equally-empty world.



RE: the glass ghost - Lieke - October 01, 2019

Raspberries. That's why she was here. The smell of the fruit had drawn here from the edge of the forest, and now she was gorging herself on the tart berries. She could sense that winter was close, and with its arrival, such finds would be nonexistent. So, she made the most of situation. Little hands plucked the bright red food from the leaves as quickly as she could chew and swallow the one currently in her mouth. But a rusting made her freeze. She dropped the berry she was holding and whipped around to see the predator paused in the middle of the forest. Lieke remained frozen, beady eyes glued to the wolf, face and hands stained red from her meal. One wrong move, and she would zip away to the closest tree and take shelter in the leaves.