who stole your heart and the key?

[steelmyself]

In the dark, you taste something sweet and tart on your tongue, almost like apple but not quite: pomegranate juice, out of nowhere. A hint of something metallic accompanies it.

You fall down.

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Re: THE FIELD

[steelmyself]

They are pretty. Upon closer examination, each of the flowers is clearly unique. They're faintly warm, too.

It's hard to walk through the grass without stepping on the flowers, and for some reason stepping on them is vaguely upsetting now that you've looked more closely.

The woman is friendly-looking, with short hair and cheerful eyes. She's attempting to cook in a pot over the campfire, humming to herself as she does so. Oddly, she seems to be using a pair of swords to stir the ingredients.

Re: THE FIELD

[marezydoats]

[ Rin blinks. ]

Swords?

Re: THE FIELD

[steelmyself]

The woman hums a little. "Well, there wasn't anything else for me to cook with!"