#princessofthepirates

"Now isn't the time for this," the angel rebukes.

"As you no doubt hear, we've caught the wrong kind of attention."

At the end of a hallway, Aurelius skids to a stop before turning left; behind him a series of lasers miss their mark as they pepper the walls with tiny hissing, heated holes.

Well this is quite the predicament. Somehow the Grey Warden has found herself at a loss for words, actually.

"I am sorry?" The elf asks the smaller blonde before her. Where they a child? "I don't - can you repeat that?"

The decrepit old mansion might've seemed uninviting, were it not for the crowd who was dying to get in, and to a computer like Queen who lived in a town full of monsters, this was something of a unique opportunity to her.

Noticing the girl who seemed to be considering the same thing, Queen tries catching her attention. She wiggles her fingers in an attempt to play up the supposed spookiness of the place.

* Ooh * Spooky * Are You Heading In? * If You Pretend To Be My Daughter Then We Can Get The Family Discount

She gestures at a sign by the ticket booth, which promises "Frights for the Whole Family!"

You got... lobster!

"Haha, I hope you're not sick of seeing crustaceans."

when she was a kid, pomni had loved building snowmen. every time school was canceled because snow, it became an unspoken tradition. as she got older, though, that tradition slowly disappeared. whether she simply grew out of it or was expected to, she wasn't entirely sure. her parents were just a bit overbearing, maybe they just loved her a little too much.

she'd been raised to focus on academics, then a career-- to chase stability and success... all the things adults were supposed to want. somewhere along the way, she never really got the chance to just be a kid.

watching the NPCs and the other festivalgoers laugh and play in the snow tugged at something deep inside her, a quiet nostalgia she'd almost forgotten. there was no one here to tell her she was too old for it. no one watching, no one insisting she grow up.

before she even realized what she was doing, pomni knelt down in the snow, ignoring the cold bite against her exposed knees. she scooped up a handful of powder and began rolling it into a ball, slowly packing together the base.

fuck it. let's build a snowman.