to make a citizen out of you

Cy wears chaos like a crown, and explores like it's her fucking job. Hell, it basically is at this point-- not like there's anything better to do, right? Nah man, there are far better, far more exciting things to do than just sit around all day. Another day, another landmark. She'd wandered down the beach to find the expanse of sand that seemed to lead out for miles upon miles. Early afternoon sunlight warmed her shoulders and bounced off the glimmering sandbar. It was a good day to explore, and if she got too warm Cy supposed she'd just pitch herself into the sea for a swim. How strange it seemed to be, a chunk of sand this large and this wide.

Where was the path going to take her? Hell if she knew, but Cyanide was happy to find out. Kicking up her heels, she took off at a run. Unusually gleeful, but as always, Cy wore chaos like a crown. It felt wonderful. Everything, in moments like these, felt wonderful. Fucken excellent.

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