"Why are you crying?" The hushed voice murmured next to her, sweet and soothing like poisoned honey.
The girl sat in a void of empty darkness. Her patterned clothing and long black hair trailed behind a cool breeze. It made no sense, really. The wind was coming out of nowhere. The seconds ticked by as she limply huddled in her corner, tears trickling down her wet cheeks, around her calves, past her wrapped feet and onto the cold stone that twas' the floor. The damp bitterness flowed between the same pattern, looking almost as if it had carved and embedded a river within. She hugged her knees tightly, holding onto them as if it was the only thing keeping her together. She fought to ignore the voice.
"Why are you crying?" The voice repeated, growing louder and impatient for her answer.
The realization triggered a fresh new round of tears, silent in their effort to increase the girl's held-in sorrow. Her native ensemble clung tightly around her quivering body, barely keeping her warm against the frostbitten cold. Her fists were clenched tightly, while her face mirrored the expression of dull disdain. Even as her tears poured on fiercely, not even a whimper escaped her lips.
"It's nothing."
Somewhere above the little village of Nanke, the prominence of battle grew. Thunder struck and she sat up, very suddenly.
The the cold was no dream. Everything was real. Which included the teardrops and bitter secrets.
Ah, this is a roleplay intro. One of my many faves. :3
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