Post by Eryn on Oct 20, 2017 8:48:02 GMT
(open to all : invite to Maeve Blodeuwedd )
(Eryn's current clothes: sta.sh/01fe8m9etd4i )
“When something feels familiar but is strange? , something that you left to change with time? ” Eryn said to herself as she set on a bench in the theatre district , it had been a few days since she had returned to the land as her young creative mind was trying to express the feeling as she watched the world go by her with her own eye no more hidden Behind goggles shaded screens. She had been tempered to see the world no longer just 2 shades of black and white but of meany shades grey and colours as she continued to put together her poem.
She had time to think , there was a lot on her mind now more then before she left. she needed to find someone or some way to fix her fake arm. she no longer could wear it as she though what Papa Amon would had said if he was still around since he made it for her in the 1st place and now it was broken and in bits that she didn’t know how to fix it as he was still gone from as much as her memory was from before the war. She had not seen Zona ether too , as Eryn worried about what could have happened to her. she only know the war was over but nothing other then that as she could see the damage to the city. Who know how meany people she know where gone. she didnt know how much she had harmed by disappearing, she left questions unanswered but maybe for now it was not the best time for her to answer them. well not yet anyway until someone asked them.
The last was the children of freedom and the informants and how their could be someone spying them . She still shuddered at the though of being watched more then she already was. She still wondered why and who and what fully happened but the answer never came to her , she know she would have to find it. “When someone has not see your face for days and days on end , are you a stranger once more ? For time can fade our memories of the ones we love once before?” She said to finish the poem for now , not knowing if ending it on a question was the right way to end a poem as she continued to watch the world go by.
(Eryn's current clothes: sta.sh/01fe8m9etd4i )
“When something feels familiar but is strange? , something that you left to change with time? ” Eryn said to herself as she set on a bench in the theatre district , it had been a few days since she had returned to the land as her young creative mind was trying to express the feeling as she watched the world go by her with her own eye no more hidden Behind goggles shaded screens. She had been tempered to see the world no longer just 2 shades of black and white but of meany shades grey and colours as she continued to put together her poem.
She had time to think , there was a lot on her mind now more then before she left. she needed to find someone or some way to fix her fake arm. she no longer could wear it as she though what Papa Amon would had said if he was still around since he made it for her in the 1st place and now it was broken and in bits that she didn’t know how to fix it as he was still gone from as much as her memory was from before the war. She had not seen Zona ether too , as Eryn worried about what could have happened to her. she only know the war was over but nothing other then that as she could see the damage to the city. Who know how meany people she know where gone. she didnt know how much she had harmed by disappearing, she left questions unanswered but maybe for now it was not the best time for her to answer them. well not yet anyway until someone asked them.
The last was the children of freedom and the informants and how their could be someone spying them . She still shuddered at the though of being watched more then she already was. She still wondered why and who and what fully happened but the answer never came to her , she know she would have to find it. “When someone has not see your face for days and days on end , are you a stranger once more ? For time can fade our memories of the ones we love once before?” She said to finish the poem for now , not knowing if ending it on a question was the right way to end a poem as she continued to watch the world go by.