#another side; another queue

    ☙ ◦  It horrified them to see snares such as these. It’s one thing to hunt for genuine survival, but a bear trap!? To use a method like this was beyond mere cruelty. They would have to find the source of these traps, but for now Spring goes to pry open the steel clutch.

      She was a nymph of few words but this is important, her voice soft yet none the less worried. At his question, they nod — at first she doesn’t face him, if only to focus on dressing the wound. The trap had cut through his boot when it pierced against the skin of his calf... granted, the nymph had never seen golden blood before, but the color itself isn’t shocking to her.

      Herbs were used to ease the pain and dress the wound, then she weaves strands of grass to secure the makeshift bandage. “It’s okay,” Spring assures, finally meeting his gaze. He seems nice enough, curious even, though she’s hoping he isn’t the source of these traps.

      “Oh?” The doll looked up, the timid frown on her face already proving Dale’s point. Not that the plush was wrong of course, but for him to point it out — he wasn’t making fun of her, was he? Good intentions or no, it was hard for her to tell. “Well, my apologies then.”

     ☙ ◦  Spring almost didn’t expect a response. She’d seen him with the others from a distance, even noted how little (if at all) he spokeout loud... but the spirit was so used to her own silence being taken at face value. It was kind of a relief, in a way. It was nice to hold a conversation with an acquaintance for once.

      “He is also startled.” She eyes the boy in concern as she signs, but nods to show that she knew he meant well. The dwarf simply hadn’t known — not everyone knows just how skittish some cervids could get. “Deer like quiet. They scare easy, reacting quick.”

      She blinked, albeit confused in the midst of her own panic, but then the doll remembered: this... this wasn’t exactly a normal occurrence. Certainly not for toys, and definitely not for the average human. Were the rules of Toy Box still the same in most places? Gauging the man’s reaction, they clearly weren’t.

      “I... I see.” A pause in apprehension. “Mayhaps I should apologize myself — I, well, I’m new to these parts.”  The doll peeked out from the crevice of the bookshelf. It wan’t the first time someone raise a weapon her way, but as she began to glance around, Amber figured that she was better safe than sorry.

clocktower trio sentence starters | accepting!

      “You mean, ‘out of—’” A timid remark cut short by hesitance. Sora bade her farewell more than plenty of times, so this couldn’t have been different. If he’s come back before then this can’t be any different — no, this shouldn’t have to be any different from his other goodbyes.

      His expression was as gentle as hers was fragile.

      “Sora… wait, what are you…?”

      His hand. Clear as glass, smooth to the touch. She cupped it in her palms like a lifeline and her shock says it all. How many months had she spent without her kind? How many times did it have to hurt? That pain welled up in the cavity of her chest, the darkness but a chokehold on her heart. She wasn’t just afraid of being alone again — that constant fear was ever present on the mind, loss was only natural for a toy outgrown.

      She could hold it in just as she did everything else. It would hurt, it would pass, and never truly go away. But who would he stay with? Was there anyplace left?

      Silence, followed by a tight embrace. There was only so much that Amber could say. All the many times she felt alone in a crowd, the affliction tearing up the hidden cracks in her resin, how he always turned that frown of hers sunny-side up and the way he made her feel more like a person than an object. And it hurt. It hurt to feel him leave without the comfort of another to keep by his side.

      Eyes shut tight. If she opened them now, they’d be the color of her namesake.

Angelic Amber has Appeared!

Kick

Hold hands

Scare