hello teacher, tell me what's my lesson

Sparrow · 05-04-2012, 01:16 PM

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Tl;dr |: For Siesie~ Backdate to the 20th, yes?

A few sunrises pasted since the fawn last spoke to the coyote with the mahogany locks. Since their meeting, Sparrow managed to mentally devourer the first few letters of the alphabet, including their different sounds, some of them a review. It was a long process, but she took her time, allowing for them to sink into her mind before moving on to the next one, and in retrospect the Tirones knew that because of this speed of learning, the letters would be etched into her memory. It would make reading—whenever she was ready for that—a much easier task than to keep looking back to the children book.

But, thoughts crept into the lady’s mind, its distracting her from the book that laid on her lap on a late afternoon. For whatever reason, she found herself staring at her hand, her left paw elongated, toes that had become fingers that were now dexterous in many ways. It was not like she detested the optime form; no, she liked the things it brought to her that was not possible in other ways. But, she still felt alien in her skin, even if the feeling was in the back of her mind at times. Sparrow went to thinking about the Luperci blood that now flowed in her, which eventually led to darker memories that clung to her mind like evil tendrils of ivy.

In the end of the ominous, inner wonderings, the mottled hybrid carefully discarded the book from her lap, and wrapped her thin arms around her legs that pulled towards her chest, eyes staring at nothing. She hated thinking about the past, but she thought of it often, mostly about Winter. She missed the simple life she had, before Marcel and the virus, thinking about what he made her into was nearly the death of her, and maybe it still is. She knew hopelessly that it’ll never be simple again, and had to take it. But… It didn’t have to be as hard as she was making it.
Sparrow thought about it for a moment, and decided that she spent enough time trapped, maybe time to seek another’s help. Her first thought went to Vesper, but she threw out that idea quickly; she did not want to push back any respect that her sister managed to make of her nervous sister. She was lost for a moment, unsure what to do, until it struck her. She quickly got to her feet and half-jogged, half-sprinted westward.

Thanks to her rushed pace, she reached the only building that survived the test of time that sat in the Waste right as the sun was gulped by the horizon. Barely any light shed through, but it was enough to see as Sparrow entered the schoolhouse on quite feet. “Myrika?” the mottled hybrid breathed, canary-yellow eyes glancing around the building. She did not focus upon her surroundings, more on the fact that the woman’s scent here was strong, and knew she found the right place. But, she did not know if she was home, and hoped that she did not miss her or that she was already asleep early in some hidden room.

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