wetter sweater | adepti day 2 leisure
Mar 3, 2023 17:52:24 GMT -5
Post by ✨ zozo. on Mar 3, 2023 17:52:24 GMT -5
Handles on a-?
Francine throws the question away with a shudder. The ground had knocked the wind out of her lungs on impact and she'd half-thought her time was up. Ghosts so close, almost touching, but not quite. Never quite.
Now they hover at a distance, unsure how to react to a not-quite-dead-yet girl bandaging her head and stabbing herself in the arm with a needle. Those spiders contained something that had made her head spin, dry heaving at the base of the cornucopia as the smaller ones had scattered, the big one dead at the girls hands. Adan's own was mangled beyond repair. Francine wiped at the blood in her eyes and was shocked to see his arm still dripping crimson - she'd hurried over, cooing with concern.
"I fix," she had muttered, desperate hands gathering whatever she could find to stop the bleeding. "I fix!"
Handles on a snowball, Autumn finally asks a question Francine understands as she ties a knot in the last of her makeshift bandages. It's obvious that they can't stay here forever. Francine's cheeks burn with thirst and her heart longs to explore, hunting ghosts.
Two canons. Two ghosts - she is jealous of them, but also, not.
How strange.
"There," she declares, pointing toward east. It's different to the ones from home, green mountains replaced with a pink haze, but Francine knows a forest when she sees one. Desperate she is to explore, but even more desperate still is her thirst.
"Or there," a nod toward the stream, tipping her empty bottle over and shaking to no avail. "Drink. Soon."
Please, she should add at the end of her sentence - but she doesn't want to seem desperate.
francine does leisure things!