[ It's in the middle of the night for Fandaniel where he lives. He should have logged out hours ago, gone to sleep, and not fallen for this obvious trick. He knows it is, he knows, he knows, but her voice is so real in his ears and for once, it isn't her in pain, it isn't her screaming, and perhaps that's even crueler. Rather than offering repulsive whispers, the wind tugs at him with giggles and her laughingly telling him to hurry up and find her.
It's like they're playing hide-and-seek again, just as they did as children, so long ago, only instead of running around the fields behind their father's farm, it's a series of floating isles, precariously strung together by barely repaired bridges. ]
This isn't the time for games! Please!
[ He knows better and he's still chasing that wind, almost manic in the effort, sounding uncharacteristically distraught, and it only takes one blind turn around the edge of an outcropping for Fandaniel to find himself stepping out into thin air. ]
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[ It's in the middle of the night for Fandaniel where he lives. He should have logged out hours ago, gone to sleep, and not fallen for this obvious trick. He knows it is, he knows, he knows, but her voice is so real in his ears and for once, it isn't her in pain, it isn't her screaming, and perhaps that's even crueler. Rather than offering repulsive whispers, the wind tugs at him with giggles and her laughingly telling him to hurry up and find her.
It's like they're playing hide-and-seek again, just as they did as children, so long ago, only instead of running around the fields behind their father's farm, it's a series of floating isles, precariously strung together by barely repaired bridges. ]
This isn't the time for games! Please!
[ He knows better and he's still chasing that wind, almost manic in the effort, sounding uncharacteristically distraught, and it only takes one blind turn around the edge of an outcropping for Fandaniel to find himself stepping out into thin air. ]