[Exactly what this person's kind even are, Eska doesn't know.
They don't think they need to put this person through that song and dance, though. What are you? Gosh, never heard of it! You're an oddity, aren't you?
There are things that are just... felt, rather than explained. A kind of hollow, pervasive ache that follows you around. The way your approach startles people, makes a noisy tavern just a little bit quieter. A newfound friend muttering to another, as if you're not standing right there, "it thinks we're friends." An authoritative voice explaining that your human friends were the only thing making you too important to shut away in a sunless cell and forget about.
"Not surprising." The writing is flat. Somehow, the absence of punctuation deadens it, drives home the... the what? Resignation? Sorrow? Bitterness?
ALL MY ICONS ARE SMILES LMFAO
They don't think they need to put this person through that song and dance, though. What are you? Gosh, never heard of it! You're an oddity, aren't you?
There are things that are just... felt, rather than explained. A kind of hollow, pervasive ache that follows you around. The way your approach startles people, makes a noisy tavern just a little bit quieter. A newfound friend muttering to another, as if you're not standing right there, "it thinks we're friends." An authoritative voice explaining that your human friends were the only thing making you too important to shut away in a sunless cell and forget about.
"Not surprising." The writing is flat. Somehow, the absence of punctuation deadens it, drives home the... the what? Resignation? Sorrow? Bitterness?
Numbness, maybe.]
So you wear your home on your back, too.