Mian turned silently, looking at her. He could see her eyes were glassy from tears, "Something happen, my dear?" He stepped over, much calmer and with a much softer voice now. "What's the matter?"
~*~Taiylor Wallace~*~
At your service, and sarcastic as Hell.
"At the core of it all, a writer is a goddess of her written world, defying any god of her own world."
She really hadn't been expecting Mayan To be there so suddenly, her small body jumping with surprise. Dark chocolate eyes turning towards the werewolf, Heather swiftly brushed the tears away from her cheeks And offered him a tremulous Smile. "I just feel so out of place here.... I am afraid everyone will think I am just crazy." She admitted, gaze Dropping down to stare at her sneakers that were poking out from beneath Unfamiliar shinguards. Somehow, it didn't help her feel any better to do so.
~*Raspberry Heaven*~
"You doubt yourself. Never do that." Mian stepped up and set his hands on her shoulders. "You may not be from this place, but you're here for a reason. You're a mystery to me, one that I'm hellbent on understanding. Where is it that you came from?"
~*~Taiylor Wallace~*~
At your service, and sarcastic as Hell.
"At the core of it all, a writer is a goddess of her written world, defying any god of her own world."
Blinking in surprise, Heather looked up at the Creature she thought was so terrifying only a short time ago, Her heart hurting from the kindness she could hear in his voice. Sniffing, She straightened her back, squared her shoulders, And felt some of the sorrow She had been harvesting leave her body. It left in it's wake a feeling of cool relief.. "I am grateful that I net you."She said honestly, looking him straight in the eye.
Turning to his question, she answered readily, having been thinking about her home ever since she got here. "I live in a place called Boston, In the state of Massachusetts." A small part of her wondered if this would make any sense to someone who hadn't even heard of the united states
~*Raspberry Heaven*~
"... Strange names. I've never heard of such places. Come," he brought her along inside, into a sort of War Room, where a huge table with a map of the world lay. She didn't recognize an inch of it. Four huge continents, with a huge ocean between that held much smaller islands and chains. Mian placed a hand on Airion Island, a large isle off the west coast of the easternmost contient. "This is where we are. Where are you from?"
~*~Taiylor Wallace~*~
At your service, and sarcastic as Hell.
"At the core of it all, a writer is a goddess of her written world, defying any god of her own world."
Brown eyes trailing Across the length Of the map, Heather felt deep disappointment Strike her as she realized she didn't recognize anything in front of her. For a moment, she simply stared at the island Mayan Pointed at before She sighed heavily. "I am not from anywhere your map shows...."
~*Raspberry Heaven*~
"Then you're from another world... Interesting." Mian nodded. "Well, in that case, let me show you something." He drew small flag markers from a drawer in the side of the huge table, and he marked Scarborough's location, and then he placed another flag on the southern continent's north coast. "This is where the capital of Andenomaya used to stand. Half the continent belonged to Lord Kalabar. It was all destroyed long ago, but I've heard the occassional whispers of a secret order of rebels, seeking to overthrow the cruel monarch that now resides there, and reinstate Andenomaya with a descendant of Kalabar. Perhaps that is why you're here."
~*~Taiylor Wallace~*~
At your service, and sarcastic as Hell.
"At the core of it all, a writer is a goddess of her written world, defying any god of her own world."
Looking between the flag pins, Heather quietly reached out one finger and touched the old capital of the world. This was where the story had been written, Where the man from the pages of the journal had Happily ruled over his kingdom And enjoyed the prosperity of that life. "And where is it that you stand Mayan? ... I feel as if I could never leave this hold. Like it has become my home away from home, even though I haven't been here that long." Reflectively, she glanced towards the werewolf, Quietly coming up With different plans inside of her head.
~*Raspberry Heaven*~
(What exactly does she mean, 'where does he stand'?)
~*~Taiylor Wallace~*~
At your service, and sarcastic as Hell.
"At the core of it all, a writer is a goddess of her written world, defying any god of her own world."
(She's wondering if he is wanting the rightful king on the throne or not.)
~*Raspberry Heaven*~
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