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fandomtownies2024-11-23 07:53 am
what_big_teeth) wrote in fandomtownies2024-11-23 07:53 am
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The Preserve; Saturday Morning [11/23].
This was not Winterport, but Eleanor knew one rule above all others to be of utmost importance: do not venture into the village. She was tempted and curious and wanted to know more, but she knew it was dangerous to do so. People in the village didn't understand how they were and might try to change things or hurt them, so she would be good and avoid it.
But she didn't want to stay cooped up inside the place she'd woken up in, either. She wanted to find Luma. It felt like a part of her was missing, without her. And after not finding her there in the dormitory, she turned her attention to the woods, trying not to feel too hurt if she and Rhys had gone out there without her.
She understood, though. It wasn't the same, with her. Since she still couldn't change like they could.
She spent some time trying, once again willing with all her might to turn into a wolf, to no success and no avail,and then sighed and continued on through the woods, barefoot despite the chill, and tried to find them, stopping every once in a while to listen for them. She couldn't smell them as well as they could smell her, but they were usually remarkably loud, but as she seemed to hear now were birds and squirrel and deer, and the not-too-distant ocean, with waves that seemed to be whispering her name.
[[ open preserve is very open! ]]
But she didn't want to stay cooped up inside the place she'd woken up in, either. She wanted to find Luma. It felt like a part of her was missing, without her. And after not finding her there in the dormitory, she turned her attention to the woods, trying not to feel too hurt if she and Rhys had gone out there without her.
She understood, though. It wasn't the same, with her. Since she still couldn't change like they could.
She spent some time trying, once again willing with all her might to turn into a wolf, to no success and no avail,and then sighed and continued on through the woods, barefoot despite the chill, and tried to find them, stopping every once in a while to listen for them. She couldn't smell them as well as they could smell her, but they were usually remarkably loud, but as she seemed to hear now were birds and squirrel and deer, and the not-too-distant ocean, with waves that seemed to be whispering her name.
[[ open preserve is very open! ]]