Post by Gamemaker Astrid Zane on Sept 17, 2020 17:21:47 GMT -5
ruth strauss ;
I can't sleep, which isn't anything new - but that's not why I'm frustrated. I'm frustrated because this book Elijah gave me is supposed to tell me how to read the stars but none of the little twinkling dots above my head match what's on the page.
I guess it would help if I knew which way north faces. The book says to start there. Lying here on the damp grass in the middle of the fields doesn't really help - but the stars are supposed to give me directions, right?
My ankle itches, probably the mosquitoes at it again. I should know better, a three-course meal spread out on a moth-eaten blanket just waiting to be feasted upon. But I want to know how to do this star thing. I want to be able to look up and read a language in the sky, to point at things and name them by heart and tell East from West.
Meredith would have joined me. But she's dead, up there with the stars, and now my only friends are mosquitoes. My arms ache from holding up this book above my face and my neck hurts from craning around the corners of pages, and before long I'm half-asleep before something thumps against my nose and I yelp, sitting up with a fright.
Leave it to me to drop a heavy book flat on my face.
“and men said that the blood of the stars flowed in her veins.”
It's night time again and Fiona's already lying in bed fast asleep. She turned the light out pretty quickly, promising me with a hushed whisper that I'd regret it if I didn't try sleep as well. I didn't want to be tired for training tomorrow. I didn't want to be at the bottom where I could be put down to fight to the death.
The reality of this horrible place was something else entirely.
After a few moments of soft snoring, I'd left, leaving behind my book, too many thoughts fighting inside my head. The crisp air that greets me is a call to the night, it sets my skin alight and I find a small smile playing on my lips. For a moment, I can remain unseen, painted in darkness, eyes looking at the stars above.
It doesn't last long the peace broken by a high pitched yelp that resonates throughout the forest that lines the Strauss mansion. It startles me, heart racing in my chest as a hand grips my shirt. Fingers white and tense as I stare around, searching for the source of noise.
"H-hello?" I really should have worn my glasses, I can hardly see a thing in front of me. I'm an idiot. "It's Aster, I-" I hesitate, but what did it matter? Impressing the other kids wasn't important. Killian, Octavia and Victor were the ones that mattered. "I forgot my glasses so I can't see where you are."