Post by Nadezhda Esterházy on Nov 4, 2017 18:46:52 GMT -5
Nadezhda looked at the note, squinting her eyes. She let her hands drop to her side and looked into the sky, her head dropping backwards dramatically. She raise her hands and brought the note into the air, hovering over her face. She took a couple steps in the water as she wiggled her toes along the surface of the ground. She continued to examine the note, the light from above bleeding through the paper. She drew the paper closer to her face, her eyes moved around the page and eventually grossed. She committed to a dramatic blink before distancing the note from her face and staring at it more.
She pursed her lips as they appeared to melt and fall to the side of her cheek. She continued to gaze confusingly at the note before straightening her body and walking toward the edge of the river. She began skipping and giggling as the note scraped across the surface of the water. She was certainly placing no care in the note as she leapt from the water an landed on the soft, doughy ground. She dipped her fingers into some of the mud and began spread it on the note, but what was she truly doing? After a minute she held the note in front of her with a large smiley face painted in dirt on it.
She giggled and simply let the note slip from her hand and drop to the ground. The wind picked it up and sent it fluttering across the ground back toward the water. "Bye-bye!" She said as she playfully waved at the note, now being dragged away by the current. She began bouncing up and down as she laughed, before stopping suddenly. Her expression stiffened as she furrowed her brow. "Hm...." She placed her hand on her temple as if to stimulate thought. "Hm..." She continued to utter as her forehead tensed. She suddenly snapped her finger and her expression softened. Without any explanation she began to chuckle before marching forward.
She strutted playfully alongside the river bank. She was playfully marching, attempting to look serious. Truthfully, she didn't much care about where she was going or how she was getting there. Did she even read the note? Did she even care to? Nadezhda was hard to nail down and even harder to keep track of. She simply did as she pleased and went where the wind would take her. Time would gradually pass as she skipped alongside the river, not caring where she was going. Without knowing it, she was heading toward Moscow. Who would she meet? How would the meeting go? All that considered, she wasn't the least bit worried. She was simply enjoying her travels now that she was no longer confined to a tomb. Still, she had a long way to go.
She could no longer hear their voices. Where had they gone? When she was first confined to that makeshift tomb, she could hear them loudly. They urged her summon them, but she was too weak and couldn't. Summoning them might have proven disastrous for her body. To think her strength, which was impressive for her age and frame, had dwindled so badly. She was merely a shadow of herself those hundreds of years ago. Her only goal, buried deep int he recesses of her mind, was to recover her dolls and hear their voices again. To see them. To be able to fight with them.
She pursed her lips as they appeared to melt and fall to the side of her cheek. She continued to gaze confusingly at the note before straightening her body and walking toward the edge of the river. She began skipping and giggling as the note scraped across the surface of the water. She was certainly placing no care in the note as she leapt from the water an landed on the soft, doughy ground. She dipped her fingers into some of the mud and began spread it on the note, but what was she truly doing? After a minute she held the note in front of her with a large smiley face painted in dirt on it.
She giggled and simply let the note slip from her hand and drop to the ground. The wind picked it up and sent it fluttering across the ground back toward the water. "Bye-bye!" She said as she playfully waved at the note, now being dragged away by the current. She began bouncing up and down as she laughed, before stopping suddenly. Her expression stiffened as she furrowed her brow. "Hm...." She placed her hand on her temple as if to stimulate thought. "Hm..." She continued to utter as her forehead tensed. She suddenly snapped her finger and her expression softened. Without any explanation she began to chuckle before marching forward.
She strutted playfully alongside the river bank. She was playfully marching, attempting to look serious. Truthfully, she didn't much care about where she was going or how she was getting there. Did she even read the note? Did she even care to? Nadezhda was hard to nail down and even harder to keep track of. She simply did as she pleased and went where the wind would take her. Time would gradually pass as she skipped alongside the river, not caring where she was going. Without knowing it, she was heading toward Moscow. Who would she meet? How would the meeting go? All that considered, she wasn't the least bit worried. She was simply enjoying her travels now that she was no longer confined to a tomb. Still, she had a long way to go.
She could no longer hear their voices. Where had they gone? When she was first confined to that makeshift tomb, she could hear them loudly. They urged her summon them, but she was too weak and couldn't. Summoning them might have proven disastrous for her body. To think her strength, which was impressive for her age and frame, had dwindled so badly. She was merely a shadow of herself those hundreds of years ago. Her only goal, buried deep int he recesses of her mind, was to recover her dolls and hear their voices again. To see them. To be able to fight with them.