Dani
Who have you chose
to stand as your martyr?
to stand as your martyr?
"People in my previous world used to claim that gods were beings of benevolence." Once more, Dani looked back to Bastien's painting. "Yet the more I learn of them, the less likely that seems." The statement could be written off as a harmless gripe, but a whisper of anxiety had rooted itself within her. She mindlessly fiddled with the collar of her cloak and scrunched her face in displeasure. "They're better off existing in books."
With that, Dani allowed the tension to dissipate and to be replaced by blasé curiosities. She giggled at the excitement Bastien found in her description of her prior world. "This is the closest I've come to living within books in a literal sense. It all feels fantastical in many ways." Dani took a seat at the canvas nearest Bastien's and swung her legs in time with the music. "My world was called Getia. I'm not being humble when I say it was a bland place. I always found more fulfillment in fantasy. You could say it runs in my blood." Though true, she knew her description was misleading and smiled at her own private joke. Oh yes, her father had once had quite the talent for spinning tales.
"Venice." Dani tasted the foreign word on her tongue, wonder bubbling within. "Even the name sounds beautiful." She paused the rhythmic swinging of her legs, her attention consumed by thoughts of yet another world. "Would you go back if you could?"
With that, Dani allowed the tension to dissipate and to be replaced by blasé curiosities. She giggled at the excitement Bastien found in her description of her prior world. "This is the closest I've come to living within books in a literal sense. It all feels fantastical in many ways." Dani took a seat at the canvas nearest Bastien's and swung her legs in time with the music. "My world was called Getia. I'm not being humble when I say it was a bland place. I always found more fulfillment in fantasy. You could say it runs in my blood." Though true, she knew her description was misleading and smiled at her own private joke. Oh yes, her father had once had quite the talent for spinning tales.
"Venice." Dani tasted the foreign word on her tongue, wonder bubbling within. "Even the name sounds beautiful." She paused the rhythmic swinging of her legs, her attention consumed by thoughts of yet another world. "Would you go back if you could?"
To prove purposeful
in courses uncharted
in courses uncharted
