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Post by Presea Combatir on Apr 5, 2010 1:30:47 GMT -5
It felt strange, in a sense, to Presea. Even though it should have been something natural to her - and it sure as hell was - it was still strange to be able to do something she hadn't been able to do for what seemed like an eternity. Presea was able to feel again. It wasn't physical feeling; no, she'd been able to experience that just fine. But now she was emotionally opened back up to the world, and no matter how much emotions would affect her, she was still clearly baffled. Other people understood emotions with ease, but Presea had trouble understanding something she'd been without for over fifteen years. Fifteen years, she thought. Has it really been that long? That means... I'm twenty-seven. Or twenty-eight... And yet I haven't aged since that single day. I still look as if I'm twelve...
As odd and strange as it might have been to Presea - as well as considerably abnormal - to be able to feel again, she felt so much better now that she was able to think like she was human and not like the robot she'd been for far too long now. It felt strange to be affected by the stares of the people in Ozette, while before she'd just ignored them and went on with her daily life. Had they really thought of her as such a freak? I guess I can't blame them... I might have thought the same thing, too. All of this, every last bit of it, was confusing to the young lumberjack... But she had no way to figure it out, at least not this soon.
Absently she sat on the steps of her front porch, her elbows resting on her knees and her chin in her palms. Her axe was laid out beside her, within quick reach should she need it. There was nobody she knew around; not Lloyd, or Colette, or any of them. On one hand, she didn't mind the solidarity; it gave her time to think, to process the thoughts going through her head, and to simply get used to herself a little more. On the other hand, however, she didn't like the silence; to her, it was too quiet, and it actually creeped her out. She glanced at the grave that held her father. They'd told her... She'd kept his dying skeleton in a bed, believing he was only on his deathbed and hadn't actually passed away. She hadn't even noticed the smell of rotting flesh, though now every time she walked into that forsaken house, she was disgusted with herself. She couldn't believe she'd been that robotic! She didn't blame herself, but rather, blamed the others who'd put her up to the experiment. Especially Rodyle.
"The silence is foreboding," she muttered to herself, blue eyes scanning the area in an almost robotic gesture. It was to check for monsters and other hostile things, were she to require to pick up her axe and battle. She suspected nothing of her surroundings, as things appeared to rarely come near the house out of the Gaoracchia Forest, but one certainly couldn't be too careful. It was the Gaoracchia Forest, after all, the darkest, most dangerous forested area in all of Tethe'alla. The Ymir Forest, which she'd glanced only briefly on her travels, at least looked brightened by the sunlight. No light penetrated through the dank green treetops here, giving it the appearance of a dark, desolate place. A place where Presea still called home. |
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