Atrina was flustered, truly. A first kiss didn't really mean much to her, she'd been kissed countless times in past lives, surely. But that's not why she felt so weird. He was... magical, at least to her. She wouldn't have known how true that were, how he was able to contort her emotions like that. She felt safe for now. This, of course, only lasted until she saw her diary on the ground, open. It seemed to weep for her, even as she lunged for it. "I'm so sorry Diary! I didn't mean to leave you there.. He just, surprised me is all. It felt so wonderful! It's like he was in my mind, throwing aside the fear," She said, writing on the pages as she spoke. It was then that the sad realization hit her; he had left. What was his name? She could hardly remember. Nim.. Nimvahlis he said? Oh why had she let him go, he made everything so perfect. She looked around, making sure nobody was staring at her, pointing. The paranoia came back, and everything was dim again. Her bravery was a bliss that she couldn't support. There was too much she was unsure about, too much that was still a danger. Her mind was new to this world. A baby, of sorts, born to unsavory winds in cold weather. The air around her was heavy and damp. And she, rightfully so, would know this fear for some time. Syna had ignored her genuflections and left her here. There was nothing for her anywhere, save for this newcomer who made her feel warm again, better even than heaven had. As she started up the road towards her tiny little cottage on the outskirts of Zeltiva proper, Atrina planned. She would leave this dreadful place and go on to Sahova for Nimvahlis. Even thinking his name brought shivers up her spine, the remembrance of her only happy experience which brought a beautiful smile to her face, if even only for a moment. She thought it again and again. Her hood was still down, and her horns reflected beautiful golden light off of them, seemingly stronger each time she silently prayed his name again. |
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