A figure begins to emerge from the fog, becoming clearer with each step. She pauses, figure still obscured by the mist. It's been a long time since she's been on this side of the mist. She wonders if it's truly the right time. There's so much to do on the other side of the mist, so many responsibilities in that other world.
And yet.. She has been craving this a world like this, a world she used to know very well. A world where anything could happen, where words have such power, such delight.
She takes a step further, blinking in the light. "Hello? This isn't the world I used to play in, but I would love a chance to stretch my imagination once again."
She looked down shyly. "That is, if you would have me. I may be called to that other realm, the realm of responsibilities and may need your patience."
And yet.. She has been craving this a world like this, a world she used to know very well. A world where anything could happen, where words have such power, such delight.
She takes a step further, blinking in the light. "Hello? This isn't the world I used to play in, but I would love a chance to stretch my imagination once again."
She looked down shyly. "That is, if you would have me. I may be called to that other realm, the realm of responsibilities and may need your patience."