Post by Drusilla on Dec 28, 2010 13:05:53 GMT -5
Pooka. How could they think her a pooka? Drusilla thought as she lay silently in the small room provided to her in the Freehold. It belonged to someone named Greta, though Dru had fallen asleep before she met her. In fact, she fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
Now she lay quietly in bed, watching the moonlight reflect off the snow outside as she thought. She knew she was not a pooka... but how could she convince the others she was not one if the only words to pass her lips could be untruths? At least her thoughts were still her own and not riddled with lies. She could think the truth all day if she wanted to.. though little good it did her during conversation.
Sighing, she ran a hand through her shimmering hair. No one had really questioned how she looked, other than the absence of animal ears and a tail. A pooka. Really. How absurd. She had multi-hued hair, matching eyes, and her skin was iridescent. Of course, those she met looked rather.. odd.. in their own right. She supposed she should be grateful that there wasn't a huge scene. Those she met were rather friendly, and fun. Lots of fun. That they chose how to take each sentence as it passed her lips was merely part of the charm. Sort of.
As she began to pull herself to a sitting position, her head swam. Then pounded. Groaning, she slowly sat up, her eyes trying to adjust to the spinning room. As her body settled against the pillow, her stomach lurched and she had to fight back the urge to vomit. She had never been sick, she hadn't ever felt unwell in her entire existence. Of course, she had also never had rum. She would have to remember to stay away from that stuff.
The world she found herself in was full of unfamiliar things. Beings she had never seen nor heard of, sickness and suffering... Though not frightened of her new life, she was certainly apprehensive. There was so much to learn, and she hoped that her new found friends would be there to guide her.
Now she lay quietly in bed, watching the moonlight reflect off the snow outside as she thought. She knew she was not a pooka... but how could she convince the others she was not one if the only words to pass her lips could be untruths? At least her thoughts were still her own and not riddled with lies. She could think the truth all day if she wanted to.. though little good it did her during conversation.
Sighing, she ran a hand through her shimmering hair. No one had really questioned how she looked, other than the absence of animal ears and a tail. A pooka. Really. How absurd. She had multi-hued hair, matching eyes, and her skin was iridescent. Of course, those she met looked rather.. odd.. in their own right. She supposed she should be grateful that there wasn't a huge scene. Those she met were rather friendly, and fun. Lots of fun. That they chose how to take each sentence as it passed her lips was merely part of the charm. Sort of.
As she began to pull herself to a sitting position, her head swam. Then pounded. Groaning, she slowly sat up, her eyes trying to adjust to the spinning room. As her body settled against the pillow, her stomach lurched and she had to fight back the urge to vomit. She had never been sick, she hadn't ever felt unwell in her entire existence. Of course, she had also never had rum. She would have to remember to stay away from that stuff.
The world she found herself in was full of unfamiliar things. Beings she had never seen nor heard of, sickness and suffering... Though not frightened of her new life, she was certainly apprehensive. There was so much to learn, and she hoped that her new found friends would be there to guide her.