[Her would-be kidnapper was unarmed too. He had been so friendly, and so kind, as he tried to lead her out of the mall. It's only when she'd tried to go back to her father that he'd shown his true colors.
The sun brightening and the air becoming warmer... it has the opposite effect that Mairon intends. She fears the outdoors, and it reminds her she's outdoors, with a stranger who is holding her pencil.
She has to get it back. But, to do that, she has to stand up for herself.
And that starts now. All she has to do is demand her pencil and then she can leave. Tears still fresh on her cheeks, she stands up, takes a step over to the stranger, and holds out her hand, a slight frown on her usually blank expression. The only sign she's still afraid is the way her hand trembles.]
sorry for late! (cw: child kidnapping)
The sun brightening and the air becoming warmer... it has the opposite effect that Mairon intends. She fears the outdoors, and it reminds her she's outdoors, with a stranger who is holding her pencil.
She has to get it back. But, to do that, she has to stand up for herself.
And that starts now. All she has to do is demand her pencil and then she can leave. Tears still fresh on her cheeks, she stands up, takes a step over to the stranger, and holds out her hand, a slight frown on her usually blank expression. The only sign she's still afraid is the way her hand trembles.]
Give it back.