02-23-2012, 03:36 PM
Cadmeia tilted her eyes upward at the creature who appeared. ”He sure doesn’t look like me.” She studied his body. Scars. Although he looked rough to her, she could sense his kindness. Cadmeia cocked her head to look at him, still safely pressed to the ground. She saw sadness in his eyes - who was this, and what had he been through? She realized she was staring, and, not wanting to be rude, quickly threw her head to the ground and squeezed her eyes shut. How long had it been since he spoke to her? Cadmeia couldn’t remember. Was it only seconds? It felt like she had been cowering for an eternity. Why couldn’t she recognize the lapse of time anymore? Where was she escaping to in her head? And why couldn’t she remember? This feeling disturbed her, so she started to silently count. ”One, two, three, four...” Cadmeia made her best attempt to pull herself together and responded. ”Th..there has n-n-never been anyone. Only me.” Her voice was soft, almost a whisper -she had only ever practiced speaking to herself, so her voice hadn't fully developed yet. Questions...she had so many questions she wanted to ask, but couldn’t think of where to start. She finally settled on the least verbose and perhaps most interesting query she could think of. ”Please, who are you?”