#glaciater

“Hey. Hey. Hey, wait, stop,” she said, suddenly tugging on Lissandra’s arm with one hand and pointing towards the other end of the farmer’s market. Past the stalls selling fruits and vegetables and past the ones selling handmade crafts were a bunch of apiaries, and their beekeeping owners close by.

Started to venture to wander around the unknown once again, Fio had to do that. With no weapons to use with, it will resort to use her bare hands if there’s danger popping onto her. She’s not going to rely on free transport biz, as she finds it a lie sometimes.

There was a woman, as cold as ice, with presence that can make nearby people shiver. Fio tried to be friendly.

well... she thinks to herself, not just her. it's the similarities she shares with queen that had made noelle nearly shriek when first approached, considering her proximity to queen and cyber city (kris' odd behaviour, the ring...) can be counted on one hand. and even though she does sleep eventually, noelle does not sleep enough. in the stillness of night her mind continues racing.

it always leads her here: blankets tossed around, pillow on the floor, window open. frost nips at the grass but noelle feels no need to shiver, even as she rests her arms on the thin layer of ice on her windowsill. each home her gaze falls under is dormant— in truth, she had only seen a handful even occupied. surely the bustle of the underground all called some place home, but wherever that was, it certainly was not on the surface. this thought badgers her endlessly, mouth falling into a small frown, until she's hopped out the frame and decided to investigate for herself.

it makes her nostalgic, but it also hurts.

she passes swiftly by the grass domes she's already seen people traffic, moving to the ones that had been dark since her first night here. she scrutinizes each lawn, façade, door, noting the small customizations that had been given to each; her mind tumbles the idea of who might own each one like you tumble rocks into gems. who preferred daisies to peonies? green door to white? one had a wooden hitch for horses— or what noelle thought was a horse hitch, her only exposure to them coming from a human history book. she thinks of lissandra’s home, how she had been so shaken by the whole encounter that she had hardly managed to take in the ways her space had been arranged. would she have holly bushes? tundra shrubs? how do you decorate for someone with as much power as her? she tries to imagine what the freljord must have been like, endless ice and snow...

a figure drifts into her vision. prey animal instincts make noelle pull in a sharp gasp, hands covering her mouth and buck teeth. three stomach-churning seconds pass without even so much as her heart beating before it resolves itself as lissandra, and she lets out a shaky sigh of relief.

                  “lissandra?" her tone rises uncertainly until it forms a question. she swallows thickly around her apprehension and prays to the angel lissandra can’t hear or feel the whole extent of her nervousness as she approaches from the empty home. strangers made her uncomfortable. but lissandra seemed like a leader, and that helps noelle relax somewhat. she was taught to respect people in positions of authority. "it's me, noelle. I was just—”

thinking about you, she’s about to say, but swallows the words before they can incriminate her.

                 “... having trouble sleeping.”

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“Fuck. That probably wasn’t a good idea.” God why was her luck so bad? As soon as she stepped out of the safety zone her neck startled prickling like crazy- a feat that made Riku dodge to the side as fast as her body could move when giant earth spikes shot up from the ground. Oh great, this was excellent. The monsters were now starting to spawn from Amaron and it was the ones she was weak to. 

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This question has more weight to it than she expected. Because there’s more for her to think about to answer it. If she were to be upfront, she would not consider herself a good person. She’s done irredeemable things, and for a while, kept her eyes shielded from things she needed to face. She did not feign ignorance but she actively pushed it from her sight of view only for it to come back to haunt her in the end.

“I don’t know.” She answers quietly. “I haven’t always done good as I try to do now. But I don’t think that the effort I have put in now should be consider obsolete.” She shrugs her shoulders.