Into the Light
03-17-2015, 02:53 PM
Walk | Talk | Think
For far too long, Minerva had remained inside the family's den. It felt empty without her father's large presence to fill it almost to capacity, but with the way her siblings were growing they were starting to make up for his missing shape. And she, in comparison, remained small, tiny next to each of them, frail and fragile and fair. She hated it, but her isolation caused that hatred to remain inside where it twisted and wreathed just below the surface, holding her captive to her own self loathing here within this confined space.
But enough was enough. She was starting to get tired of being left alone while the others roamed about, all able bodied and competent. The dainty girl wished to do the same, to proudly walk among them as an equal if not something even greater for her personal hardships, and that was not going to happen so long as she stayed holed up in here.
Minnie crept on small grey paws toward the den's opening, peering out into the world though keeping herself well within the shadows and out of direct sunlight. It was all so...bright out there, blinding and brilliant and... Frightening. Could she possibly keep up with her siblings, with those others that they lived with? No, of course she could not. She was weak, and foolish for even thinking that she might be capable of equaling them in their physical talents. Minerva's purple eyes squinted as she stared beyond the sanctuary that she haunted with her continual presence, caught between wanting to dash out and wanting to slink further into the shadows.
But enough was enough. She was starting to get tired of being left alone while the others roamed about, all able bodied and competent. The dainty girl wished to do the same, to proudly walk among them as an equal if not something even greater for her personal hardships, and that was not going to happen so long as she stayed holed up in here.
Minnie crept on small grey paws toward the den's opening, peering out into the world though keeping herself well within the shadows and out of direct sunlight. It was all so...bright out there, blinding and brilliant and... Frightening. Could she possibly keep up with her siblings, with those others that they lived with? No, of course she could not. She was weak, and foolish for even thinking that she might be capable of equaling them in their physical talents. Minerva's purple eyes squinted as she stared beyond the sanctuary that she haunted with her continual presence, caught between wanting to dash out and wanting to slink further into the shadows.
03-18-2015, 09:01 AM
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03-18-2015, 03:39 PM
Walk | Talk | Think
Minerva jumped at the sound of her brother's voice from just outside the den. Immediately her head snapped in his direction, at last spotting him there where lay upon his stomach. Hmph. She should have known he was going to be there. If he was not just outside the den, standing as sentry, then Integra was inside trying to coax her into eating something green that was supposed to help. The sickly girl still did not know what it was that had started to bring her around, but she had also been too consumed by realizing how much she had missed in her state of confinement and weakness to truly care.
Of course he used that silly nickname the family had attached to her, that little reminder of her minuscule size, but at least it did not sound offensive coming from him. She fidgeted a little on her small paws, her frail body still sticking to the shadows as she was asked what she was doing. What was she doing? Eyeing freedom? Wishing things were different? No, that was not quite right. "I'm tired of being in here," she answered surprisingly directly, her young voice rather rough with lack of use. Her squinted purple eyes peered at Atreides through a face that, though thin, still retained a certain determination. "I want to come out."
Of course he used that silly nickname the family had attached to her, that little reminder of her minuscule size, but at least it did not sound offensive coming from him. She fidgeted a little on her small paws, her frail body still sticking to the shadows as she was asked what she was doing. What was she doing? Eyeing freedom? Wishing things were different? No, that was not quite right. "I'm tired of being in here," she answered surprisingly directly, her young voice rather rough with lack of use. Her squinted purple eyes peered at Atreides through a face that, though thin, still retained a certain determination. "I want to come out."