Despite having arrived in the same white clothes as everyone else, the moment everyone's eyes were off the pale woman, and then on her again, she was dressed like royalty. The clothes were still white, but now a regal dress. She doesn't seem to have any reaction to this sudden change.
Instead, she was looking around at the new surroundings. It was hard to tell what she was thinking from expression alone. Curious was the most someone would be able to pull from it without talking to her.
Hymn for the Missing
The Princess's eyes were fixed on the lantern ritual. Her expression was somber, looking between the lanterns flying high, as well as the lanterns being offered to people for their use.
Each time a new one was sent up, her gaze followed it, even squinting to see it for longer. As if it'd give her an answer. It never did, so she muttered her question to herself.
"Why can't I remember?" the frustration in her tone was obvious.
Pumpkins Scream in the Dead of Nightwake
One particular corn maze had become a concern for the locals. They weren't sure what was in there, but they were hearing laughter that didn't sound like the Jack o'lanterns or the scarecrows.
If someone was brave enough to push in deeper, the first thing they'd notice was that much of the corn maze was cut down. Following the laughter, as well as the now clear screams of the pumpkins, they'd come upon the source of the noises.
There was the Princess, mouth pulled back in a joyous smile. The way her mouth stretched seemed somehow wrong, the corners of her lips reaching farther than they should.
The Princess held a knife in each hand, and she laughed in apparent rapturous glee. She pummeled Pumpkins and shattered Scarecrows, just as she had been asked to by the locals.
The Princess | Slay the Princess | Returning Player, new muse
Arrival
Despite having arrived in the same white clothes as everyone else, the moment everyone's eyes were off the pale woman, and then on her again, she was dressed like royalty. The clothes were still white, but now a regal dress. She doesn't seem to have any reaction to this sudden change.
Instead, she was looking around at the new surroundings. It was hard to tell what she was thinking from expression alone. Curious was the most someone would be able to pull from it without talking to her.
Hymn for the Missing
The Princess's eyes were fixed on the lantern ritual. Her expression was somber, looking between the lanterns flying high, as well as the lanterns being offered to people for their use.
Each time a new one was sent up, her gaze followed it, even squinting to see it for longer. As if it'd give her an answer. It never did, so she muttered her question to herself.
"Why can't I remember?" the frustration in her tone was obvious.
Pumpkins Scream in the Dead of Nightwake
One particular corn maze had become a concern for the locals. They weren't sure what was in there, but they were hearing laughter that didn't sound like the Jack o'lanterns or the scarecrows.
If someone was brave enough to push in deeper, the first thing they'd notice was that much of the corn maze was cut down. Following the laughter, as well as the now clear screams of the pumpkins, they'd come upon the source of the noises.
There was the Princess, mouth pulled back in a joyous smile. The way her mouth stretched seemed somehow wrong, the corners of her lips reaching farther than they should.
The Princess held a knife in each hand, and she laughed in apparent rapturous glee. She pummeled Pumpkins and shattered Scarecrows, just as she had been asked to by the locals.