#m;nether

( ★ ) "I-is this s-seat taken..?" Of course it is, otherwise there wouldn't be someone sitting in it. But it's either this or standing, and although Nether's heart is in her throat as she speaks, her legs are too weak to stand any longer.

( ★ ) "Is a group of starfish c-called.. a constellation?" Don't mind her wondering aloud out here, it's just that the festival has been gone for nearly a week now and Nether's mind is still spinning in circles, latching onto any source of comfort or entertainment. Starfish are apparently a worthy subject of entertainment now.

( ★ ) She is ON TOP OF THE WORLD right now, (or at least on top of a Ferris wheel--) close enough to touch her beloved stars among the carnivals screams and wavering glow. It's as if she can feel it now more than ever, the ebb and flow of the heavens, beckoning to her like a long lost friend. If only Ferris wheels and carousels were spaceships, maybe then Nether could weave her fingers through the night sky's hair, murmuring that she was home.

( ★ ) Going to the horribly crowded doctors with blaring unnatural lights overhead is already bad enough, but having to maneuver through the halls and make your own appointments is a living hell. Inna said she'd come along, said she'd be there with Nether every step of the way, but work came a calling and with the gaping space in her wallet Inna just couldn't say no. Spectre could've come, but per usual the spirit seemed to have vanished just when they needed to most. So Nether waits alone, rubbing the bandage across her arm nervously, waiting for yet another shot to be given before she could finally think about home.

( ★ ) She's been catching glimpses of people in photographs who are gone in a flash. Shadows of times that no ones yet found begging to be seen, but Nether doesn't know what to do, does she ever know what to do? How can you possibly help those who aren't there when you can't bear to face the ghosts in your own mirror?