[Even over the fire's crackling, Shionne can hear the telltale crunch of snow. As she whips around, she grabs a still-burning log off the fire. Pointed at the tip, like a spear, the fire smoldering, smoking.]
Who's there? [Her tone is sharp as a sword, face hard as she prepares for -- for anything. An attack, an ambush. The shadow-shaped people around her waver and solidify, then begin to fade.
What comes first can only be described as a chirping, flying sphere. An owl. She knows what an owl is. She lowers her makeshift weapon immediately, a faint blush spilling across her cheeks.] Oh. It's only --
[But it is not only an owl. A girl walks out. Shionne can't say what it is, but it feels... it feels just like that. Like a blow to her chest. Her hand comes over her heart as if to protect it as it trembles and tightens, beating a drum into her head.
Shionne. Her name. She isn't quite sure she's ever heard it before, and yet. She wants to believe she has. No one could survive being alone forever. Could they? So why can she not remember a time when she wasn't?]
You... know me?
[The words come out as a soft exhalation. Relief. Is that what she's been searching for? The relief of being known?
The shadows around the fire linger, but one suddenly sparks out of existence, like a candle extinguished. Shionne tosses the stick back on the fire. Whatever the barrage of feelings in her chest is, fear is not one of them. It's anything but that. She feels...
Happy. When she looks at the girl again, she smiles.] I didn't think anyone would be up here.
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Who's there? [Her tone is sharp as a sword, face hard as she prepares for -- for anything. An attack, an ambush. The shadow-shaped people around her waver and solidify, then begin to fade.
What comes first can only be described as a chirping, flying sphere. An owl. She knows what an owl is. She lowers her makeshift weapon immediately, a faint blush spilling across her cheeks.] Oh. It's only --
[But it is not only an owl. A girl walks out. Shionne can't say what it is, but it feels... it feels just like that. Like a blow to her chest. Her hand comes over her heart as if to protect it as it trembles and tightens, beating a drum into her head.
Shionne. Her name. She isn't quite sure she's ever heard it before, and yet. She wants to believe she has. No one could survive being alone forever. Could they? So why can she not remember a time when she wasn't?]
You... know me?
[The words come out as a soft exhalation. Relief. Is that what she's been searching for? The relief of being known?
The shadows around the fire linger, but one suddenly sparks out of existence, like a candle extinguished. Shionne tosses the stick back on the fire. Whatever the barrage of feelings in her chest is, fear is not one of them. It's anything but that. She feels...
Happy. When she looks at the girl again, she smiles.] I didn't think anyone would be up here.