Beatrix
Long before LongNight, nobody had been paying attention to what the than-twelve-year-old had been doing; she doubted anyone had noticed she was gone. A spirit had whispered that it knew where her momma was, and ever the momma's girl, she'd gone. Not that she remembered how she came to Whitebrim.
LongNight had been spent somewhere, had it been spent here, curled up on the floor of the old run-down house she'd woken up in? She wasn't sure; and as she ran her hands over herself, across her breasts, she frowned. This was like before. Before...
Before what, though? Her memory was getting worse every time she found herself aged up. That wouldn't do. She found some forgotten furs in a trunk in the house and bundled herself up. And she started to plan the lies she'd tell if she went home...
Did she have a home? She knew she didn't know where her mother was and her brothers were... useless, the only one she'd cared about was gone. Neron didn't count, she had clung tightly to the fact that Neron was to blame for losing her mother and her brother, for her life falling down around her. But... that was all she remembered. Her head hurt, and she decided that maybe she should make a break for it. Leave Halo behind her... Maybe nobody else would know her. No, no, she was sure that wouldn't quite work. But... if the family was in shambles...
Having decided not to go home, because the only thing that waited for her there was loneliness, she wrapped the furs around herself and slipped on a pair of shoes. Strangely enough, she'd woken up to find clean clothes and shoes in her sizes, tucked with the furs. She'd even found dried meat, and a waterskin, which she tucked into the furs once she had them on.
No point in questioning her life now.
Warm enough, she slipped out of the building in silence, trying to decide where she was. It didn't remind her of Snowcloak, so she must be in the tundra. Moving with purpose, she started in a direction; away from the Citadel and towards the Fangs.
Jace
LongNight had been spent somewhere, had it been spent here, curled up on the floor of the old run-down house she'd woken up in? She wasn't sure; and as she ran her hands over herself, across her breasts, she frowned. This was like before. Before...
Before what, though? Her memory was getting worse every time she found herself aged up. That wouldn't do. She found some forgotten furs in a trunk in the house and bundled herself up. And she started to plan the lies she'd tell if she went home...
Did she have a home? She knew she didn't know where her mother was and her brothers were... useless, the only one she'd cared about was gone. Neron didn't count, she had clung tightly to the fact that Neron was to blame for losing her mother and her brother, for her life falling down around her. But... that was all she remembered. Her head hurt, and she decided that maybe she should make a break for it. Leave Halo behind her... Maybe nobody else would know her. No, no, she was sure that wouldn't quite work. But... if the family was in shambles...
Having decided not to go home, because the only thing that waited for her there was loneliness, she wrapped the furs around herself and slipped on a pair of shoes. Strangely enough, she'd woken up to find clean clothes and shoes in her sizes, tucked with the furs. She'd even found dried meat, and a waterskin, which she tucked into the furs once she had them on.
No point in questioning her life now.
Warm enough, she slipped out of the building in silence, trying to decide where she was. It didn't remind her of Snowcloak, so she must be in the tundra. Moving with purpose, she started in a direction; away from the Citadel and towards the Fangs.
Let's see how long you'll last, puppet.
