Nysadeia
Strange as it may seem
horror loses its power to frighten
horror loses its power to frighten
It was all going so well. She got an escort, didn't have to carry the bloody basket, would be introduced to the seneschal or whatever it was called by the king which had to be the same thing as a ticket to a quick employment procedure and an end to all the fuss -
- but that all changed when the majesty suddenly dropped a figurative meteor in her peaceful sea. Nysa stopped abruptly and her glittering, fluttering smile vanished like a school of fish before a shark sighting. The disappointment was very obvious and actually entirely genuine.
"Oh." Even her voice had gone flat; chalky gray color like seafloor gravel spread over her tentacles and stole away all her vibrancy. "No. This was my first stop." Sure, she had been coaxed into coming in the first place. Sure, it hadn't been entirely her own idea to try for the historians - it had mostly just been appealing because it didn't involve any physical labor - but somewhere along the way she had still managed to get attached to the vision of herself within that context. And now they weren't hiring?
That sucked. This sucks.
"Guess I don't need to go to the palace after all, then." Long tentacles curled about themselves, making no effort to hide the petulant deflation now that she had lost all reason to curry favor.
- but that all changed when the majesty suddenly dropped a figurative meteor in her peaceful sea. Nysa stopped abruptly and her glittering, fluttering smile vanished like a school of fish before a shark sighting. The disappointment was very obvious and actually entirely genuine.
"Oh." Even her voice had gone flat; chalky gray color like seafloor gravel spread over her tentacles and stole away all her vibrancy. "No. This was my first stop." Sure, she had been coaxed into coming in the first place. Sure, it hadn't been entirely her own idea to try for the historians - it had mostly just been appealing because it didn't involve any physical labor - but somewhere along the way she had still managed to get attached to the vision of herself within that context. And now they weren't hiring?
That sucked. This sucks.
"Guess I don't need to go to the palace after all, then." Long tentacles curled about themselves, making no effort to hide the petulant deflation now that she had lost all reason to curry favor.
when repeated too often
