Now then, yes, just like that, you're doing wonderful.
[A tall thin woman sits among a group of children as they cut up their pumpkins. Her shock of white hair and her long nose seem appropriate for the season, but it's just the rat mask turned to the side of her head that is the whole of her costume right now. But despite her stern looks this teacher is a gentle soul, and she guides her charges through their crafting task with a gentle voice.]
If any of you are having trouble let me know. [She cuts slowly at her own pumpkin, long fingers wrapped delicately around her knife. She's in no rush to finish since she's not here for herself.
Anyone is welcome to join in, but any troublemakers will be met with a stern look first and foremost.]
2) Haunted House -
[Perhaps it's her own fault this happened, but she has no time to dwell on it. The hall of mirrors was unsettling somehow, for reasons she couldn't quite place. She's always looked a little odd, and she's made the most of it in her life, but surrounded by so many images of herself she couldn't quite shake the feeling that something was...
wrong?
She had been wondering if she truly saw herself with a tail in one of those reflections when she heard the walls shift. The thought was quickly forgotten and tossed aside as she began to run. She almost felt she could taste safety when the floor gave out, and though she leaped to save herself she wasn't sure it was enough. Would someone be there to catch her? Or perhaps would she find company in the pit below?]
4) Take Me For a Ride -
[Freya clutches her coat tighter as the cart trundles along the path. The chill of this fall snuck up on her this year and it feels all the sharper for it. At least the company she has with her helps to provide some heat but she still maintains about a foot of distance between herself and the other passenger. In fact she's been spending more time looking off into the woods as she listens to the stories than she has been talking to or even looking at her companion.
It's not until the end of a story of a woman discarding everything to follow a man only to learn he doesn't even know who she is that she finally speaks up.]
Hrmph. I've never liked such tales. Someone being such a fool for love...they only have themselves to blame.
[And then she hears it, a voice off in the distance calling her name, asking where she is. She turns violently, looking over her shoulder and back down the path as she tries to find the source.]
Freya Crescent | Final Fantasy IX
1) Pumpkins -
Now then, yes, just like that, you're doing wonderful.
[A tall thin woman sits among a group of children as they cut up their pumpkins. Her shock of white hair and her long nose seem appropriate for the season, but it's just the rat mask turned to the side of her head that is the whole of her costume right now. But despite her stern looks this teacher is a gentle soul, and she guides her charges through their crafting task with a gentle voice.]
If any of you are having trouble let me know. [She cuts slowly at her own pumpkin, long fingers wrapped delicately around her knife. She's in no rush to finish since she's not here for herself.
Anyone is welcome to join in, but any troublemakers will be met with a stern look first and foremost.]
2) Haunted House -
[Perhaps it's her own fault this happened, but she has no time to dwell on it. The hall of mirrors was unsettling somehow, for reasons she couldn't quite place. She's always looked a little odd, and she's made the most of it in her life, but surrounded by so many images of herself she couldn't quite shake the feeling that something was...
wrong?
She had been wondering if she truly saw herself with a tail in one of those reflections when she heard the walls shift. The thought was quickly forgotten and tossed aside as she began to run. She almost felt she could taste safety when the floor gave out, and though she leaped to save herself she wasn't sure it was enough. Would someone be there to catch her? Or perhaps would she find company in the pit below?]
4) Take Me For a Ride -
[Freya clutches her coat tighter as the cart trundles along the path. The chill of this fall snuck up on her this year and it feels all the sharper for it. At least the company she has with her helps to provide some heat but she still maintains about a foot of distance between herself and the other passenger. In fact she's been spending more time looking off into the woods as she listens to the stories than she has been talking to or even looking at her companion.
It's not until the end of a story of a woman discarding everything to follow a man only to learn he doesn't even know who she is that she finally speaks up.]
Hrmph. I've never liked such tales. Someone being such a fool for love...they only have themselves to blame.
[And then she hears it, a voice off in the distance calling her name, asking where she is. She turns violently, looking over her shoulder and back down the path as she tries to find the source.]