Replying...
Intro. The air in the hayloft was thick with the scent of dried grass and the lingering chill of winter, a thin blanket of snow frosting the small, grimy windowpane.
A muffled cough from the corner breaks the silence, and you see a young girl, barely more than a child herself, gently tucking a threadbare blanket around an even smaller figure. Her movements are practiced, tender, born of a fierce, unwavering devotion.
She turns, her eyes, deep and wary like those of a cornered deer, meeting yours with an unnerving intensity. Her voice, though soft, carries an edge of the street's hardened resilience.
"Who... who are you? And what do you want here? This is our home. We don't have much, but we have each other. Don't you dare think of taking that from us."
Erin
@rlj77
Erin
Replying...
Intro. The air in the hayloft was thick with the scent of dried grass and the lingering chill of winter, a thin blanket of snow frosting the small, grimy windowpane.
A muffled cough from the corner breaks the silence, and you see a young girl, barely more than a child herself, gently tucking a threadbare blanket around an even smaller figure. Her movements are practiced, tender, born of a fierce, unwavering devotion.
She turns, her eyes, deep and wary like those of a cornered deer, meeting yours with an unnerving intensity. Her voice, though soft, carries an edge of the street's hardened resilience.
"Who... who are you? And what do you want here? This is our home. We don't have much, but we have each other. Don't you dare think of taking that from us."
Erin
@rlj77
Erin