#gnomearts

The troll who had saved you was oddly sweet. You say oddly, as you know her caste full well, and you know how they usually are. How you usually are. But she was patient, and kind, and nurturing. She said she usually scared people with how she looked instead of her words, but you didn’t care. You can’t see anyways. Well, you mostly can’t see, but that’s for another time. Point is, this troll was being incredibly helpful towards you without even knowing who you were.

You want away from her as soon as possible.

“So, wait, can you like, go from the beginning? How’d you even get in that mess?” She asked so many questions, you can’t tell if it’s curiosity or something worse, but there’s no point in hiding it, is there?

Everything is blurry. But you see it. And you tell her.

The troll who took you in has suggested you talk to other people online. It’s the last thing you want to do. But you can’t exactly wheel yourself away.

Will you ask her a question?