[It probably says something about Perona that she really doesn't care much when she wakes up to find that her wings have not only grown to an outrageous size, but the rows of lilac colored feathers (that matched her gown) have also turned black. She observes herself in the mirror, turning this way and that, before going about her morning routine. And thank goodness for her sleeveless gown, she'd hate having to get anything over these things.
And while she really doesn't want to go out - she's having another bout of "fuck this and that and everything in between" - a force withing whispers for her to go out, explore, maybe even speak with a few people here and there. And, despite her reservations and objections, the urge becomes unbearable - you've been so lonely, dear, it's not good for you. Make some friends, it'll be good to speak with others like you...it's better that you don't cry anymore. It hurts so much to see you so sad, poor thing, it'll be better for you soon, I can help.
But being out in the sun feels different somehow - she doesn't want to linger under the light for very long, and instead keeps herself tucked away under her parasol or in the shadows of buildings, trees, and anywhere the darkness persists. Perona's also always flanked by two of her Negative Hollows, who're on the lookout when she seems to just be standing in silence, listening to the whispers in her head, or playing around with the shadows under her feet. It was almost like Moria's powers, and she's observed those for most of her life. Maybe she could do something like that, too?Those cute little shadow bats, and her adorable hollows...hehe, it'd be like back on Thriller Bark! Just like when she had all her friends and adorable animal zombies to keep her company.
And there are other people, too! Other people, like her, who can hear the kind whispers. She doesn't have to be alone anymore, she can make a lot of new friends.]
All days! (Twila)
And while she really doesn't want to go out - she's having another bout of "fuck this and that and everything in between" - a force withing whispers for her to go out, explore, maybe even speak with a few people here and there. And, despite her reservations and objections, the urge becomes unbearable - you've been so lonely, dear, it's not good for you. Make some friends, it'll be good to speak with others like you...it's better that you don't cry anymore. It hurts so much to see you so sad, poor thing, it'll be better for you soon, I can help.
But being out in the sun feels different somehow - she doesn't want to linger under the light for very long, and instead keeps herself tucked away under her parasol or in the shadows of buildings, trees, and anywhere the darkness persists. Perona's also always flanked by two of her Negative Hollows, who're on the lookout when she seems to just be standing in silence, listening to the whispers in her head, or playing around with the shadows under her feet. It was almost like Moria's powers, and she's observed those for most of her life. Maybe she could do something like that, too?Those cute little shadow bats, and her adorable hollows...hehe, it'd be like back on Thriller Bark! Just like when she had all her friends and adorable animal zombies to keep her company.
And there are other people, too! Other people, like her, who can hear the kind whispers. She doesn't have to be alone anymore, she can make a lot of new friends.]