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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑-𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑. within eons, they dwindled away like a flame sunken into candle wax, and it proved as a scarcity of occurrence, indeed, to find them among the rubble of ruins. she would join the half-grave of this withering, arid earth only to find a little sprout. thusly, beside you, she kneeled to examine further, wondrous and keen, an unintended mimicry. “ the pleasure is mine, marlene. i am lunafreya, or luna if you prefer to shorten. ” even the hound barked in greeting, his sister a silent observer to a ghost communing with a child. “ how come you are all alone here, are you waiting for someone ? ”
Though the child somehow feels eyes staring in her direction, she does not turn her gaze away as she eagerly awaits a reply. Once she hears the woman's confirmation, she can't help gleam happily. "Really?"
Only a single word in spoken, but the way her happiness takes over the atmosphere speaks volumes. She doesn't seem to look around her, completely oblivious to the result of her excitedly raising her voice.
"Umbra..." She repeats, looking in the dog's direction. Before even approaching the dog, she carefully extends her hand towards him.
"It's nice to meet you. My name is Marlene."
𝐆𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐂 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 , 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐄𝐘𝐄 , 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐅𝐅 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓. a specter fragment transcending beyond gaia's memoria, she should not be perceivable and, of course, you noticed this not. alike any other maiden among the living was she so meekly approached ; her and her canine companions, harbingers of a promised place. without the almost-touch upon the dark hound would its ears perk in anticipation, and she so encouragingly gestured for affirmation. " of course, little one, you may. it appears he likes you. his name is umbra. “ curiosity piqued for the mere fact of this exchange, she rarely believed in pure happenstance.
@moonichor / have a cute thing you didn't ask for.
Almost too happily, the child starts to reach out towards the unfamiliar dog she spots, only to pull her hand back before her fingers reach soft fur.
Almost shyly, she seeks some approval in doing so with a simple question.
"Hey miss...? Is it okay to pet your doggy...?"