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“𝘖𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥—“ 𝙵𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝚂𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚘𝚛. 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚄.𝙱.𝙲.𝚂. 𝚂𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛. A hatchling of #thedragonsnest. Banter and other interactions welcome. Timeline flexible.

𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘥𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘙𝘰́𝘵𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴. 𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧

No voice can be heard in response. There were no signs of something or someone familiar — Quite the contrary. The sounds that were left behind were deafening, so much so that even the owls stopped hooting. ' Jack! ' ' Jack! ' A name that is called out into the void, and yet +

˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆ 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒘𝒏 .ᐟ@littlesheeplady.bsky.social · 2w ago

( it was nothing in particular, really. wispy fragments of show tunes, remembered right as the last was forgotten. it homogenized rather nicely, until it blended so far as to lose any definition-- and that's when it annoyed her enough to stop. )

A hand set upon the surface of a tree, standing in the shadows as they watched from a far distance. No words were spoken. The masked individual cascades in darkness, creating a barely visible silhouette. They watched but most importantly ( listened ) to the sounds she was creating. +

˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆ 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒘𝒏 .ᐟ@littlesheeplady.bsky.social · 3w ago

( drumming her fingers on her knees, humming. something slow, soothing-- occasionally out of tune. )

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘈 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥. 𝘈 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘊𝘳𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘓𝘢𝘬𝘦, 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦. 𝘑𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘝𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘴' 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘺, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬. 𝘍𝘦𝘸 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘩𝘪𝘮... 𝘕𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯. 𝘗𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨...