Something feels off about her, even more so than we she had first entered Limbo. He tilts his head, taking note that she probably didnât finish reading. He did know where everything on the paper was located, so noticing her eyes going back and forth in one particular spot on the paper. He kneeled down, keeping his distance as not to startle her. He often forgets that perhaps going the long way around with information ca be too much for people. Though, he sort of feels that his information giving isnât what has caused this strange feeling from her.
Skippy crosses his legs as if to sit on the ground. Except instead of actually sitting on the ground, he was floating up. Legs comfortably crossed, hands resting in his lap, as he hovered just barely above the foggy mist that was the ground. Heâs watching her, keeping his energy calm in hopes that the calm surroundings will help her. As he just has the slightest feeling, that perhaps she needs to be calmed down.
As he watches her, heâs thinking on what else exactly that he could do to help her. Sure, he does not know her and has no reason to help her. Yet, in his eyes he liked to help everyone. Anyone that entered Limbo was welcomed, and treated with the respect they deserved. Since he saw no harm was to come from this girl, a small idea popped into his head.
Calmly he moved himself upward, so that it seems as if he were standing on the ground like he had been previous. Yet, he is still floating just a few inches above the fog. He walks toward her, not a sound made from it all. He can not speak, so no sound from his mouth. He is not on the ground, so no sound from his walking. Quietly he sits next to her, setting his hands on each side of his body. He looks at her a moment, before looking up at the sunset like sky and closing his eyes slowly.
âInhale. 1.2.3.4.5.6.7.8.9.10.11. Now Exhale. 1.2.3.4.5.6.7. Repeat.â He thinks to himself over and over again, breathing in through his nose, and out through his mouth. Heâs focusing as hard as he can, heâs going to change the way Limbo looks. Just for a bit, to see if it will help the stranger calm down. As he does this, there is a faint noise similar to that of a sparkler. It isnât loud, only really heard if there wasnât anything else going on, and if someone was paying a large amount of focus to their surroundings. Slowly, the colors of the Sky begin to change. The purple and orange disappearing, becoming more of a black that is the night sky.
Sometimes staring at the night would calm him, so perhaps changing his land to nighttime would calm her? He never changed the sky, as he loved the different colors that one would see in a sunset. Once the sky had been turned dark, one by one the stars appeared. Bringing to the nothingness a beauty that would please the man and hopefully calm her down. In a similar way to how he closed his eyes, he opened them. A small smile on his face as he stared upward.
Turning toward her, he tapped her shoulder. Hoping to get her attention. He wasnât exactly looking at her, he was focused on upward. So after the tap, he just pointed up toward the sky that made Limbo look so dark. The notepad gently floated out of her hand, flipping a page as the quill and ink container floated over and began to write. However, it wasnât something too long this time. Just something simple.
When it was done, like it had done several times already. The quill lay in the ink, while the notepad floats toward the girl with the simplest of words on it:
âThe night sky calms me at times, and you looked like you needed some calming. So why not see if the stars can help calm you too?â
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