You had big, big, big plans, you used to play gracefully with your mythical hands
Confusion is slow to fill Hester, the attuned so overwhelmed by surprise that she can’t even speak. One moment, she’d been stepping into what was supposed to be an inn, the next, she was stepping out onto a beach.
At least, she assumes it’s a beach. The monotone landscape looks more suited to Halo than Torchline, and maybe it’s that familiarity that has Hester stepping towards one of the holes in the sand, looking around at the others who seems just as lost as she.
For some reason she can’t quite explain, the holes in the black sand fill Hester with a type of distant dread. Normally, she is one to follow the crowd, but this is an exception to that rule apparently. Instead, she takes a shovel in hand and begins to fill the nearest avoid, doing her best to erase all signs of the dip.
Hester fills in a hole
At least, she assumes it’s a beach. The monotone landscape looks more suited to Halo than Torchline, and maybe it’s that familiarity that has Hester stepping towards one of the holes in the sand, looking around at the others who seems just as lost as she.
For some reason she can’t quite explain, the holes in the black sand fill Hester with a type of distant dread. Normally, she is one to follow the crowd, but this is an exception to that rule apparently. Instead, she takes a shovel in hand and begins to fill the nearest avoid, doing her best to erase all signs of the dip.
Hester fills in a hole
Hester
