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Thank you for starting! And don't worry, this one's just as rambly. XD;; wc:524
Uneasy dreams had awoken the Marino girl early today. Haunting, muddled images of her mother had kept her company through the night, until she finally awoke before the sun had even risen, a dreadful feeling draped over her like a blanket. The backdrop of the dreams was always the old human city, rainy skies giving the whole image a muted, gray look. The dreams started pleasantly enough, Lucia spending time with momma. They were both so happy. And just like that, she would turn around and Naniko would be gone. She would race through the city streets in search of her, the rain soaking her petite form. Eventually she would find her, hunched over a table in some run-down old house. Momma would turn then, reveal the strange white powder she held in her hands and the brutal snarl that twisted her features.
That was the image she had finally awoken to in the dark and empty cabin. That feeling of dread eventually transformed into anger and she sat up on the creaky old bed and rubbed at her sleepy eyes. Momma had left months ago, and she had long accepted the facts her half-sibling had revealed about her were true. So why the hell was she dreaming about this now? She was tired of it and simply wanted to move on. Living in the shadow of confusion her mother left behind for her was aggravating. She decided then, that she would simply forget about her. Pretend she had never existed. Why should she bother worrying about what to think of her when she was probably never going to come back anyway?
Lucia had decided then to go for a walk to clear her head and allow her to start things anew. She donned the summery dress of pale purple that she had scavenged from the city a few days prior and set off to the north, letting her feet take her where they would. The sandy-furred girl slipped past the Phoenix Valley border without so much of a second thought, intent on loosing herself among the tall pine trees of the northern forest for a while. She wandered with quiet footsteps even after the sun rose, having no destination or particular plans in mind.
The forest offered its usual morning symphony; leaves rustled slightly in the breeze, a nearby creek babbled faintly, and the birds sang their cheerful songs. But the chirping of the birds was soon to be interrupted by a sound she had never heard before. The girl stopped, ears perked and eyes searching through the trees for the source of the noise. Curiosity eventually pulled her forward and she followed the sounds to their nearby source. She halted as she came upon a man resting on a boulder, a strange object in his hands. There she discovered the source of the strange, melodic sound. With each stroke of his hand, the object created the various sounds. She watched the man and his instrument for a moment, mesmerized by the novelty of what was before her. “What is that?” she finally asked as she stepped forward, tone light with her curiosity.