An Empty Sheet, A Forgotten Soul

[~ Fiend ~ 611]

Isabella takes the staff, nodding to him, "Indeed, an unconscious woman. She's in my room at the grove. She wasn't all that healthy looking, but it seems like the issue was just malnutrition. You can come back with me if you like," she turns without awaiting his answer, making her way back to the grove.

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Ara's eyelids would start to flutter.

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Then yawn.

[Your Favorite Impure 736]

Aenor shrugs "Why not." He begins to follow Izzy to the grove.

[TheBareSheet 194]

(( Going for camp for a week. hehe ))

[Your Favorite Impure 736]

(( Have fun! :3 ))

[TheBareSheet 194]

(( No fun! So hot! ))

[~ Fiend ~ 611]

((Good luck! Drink plenty of water. c:))

 

Isabella leads him inside, gesturing to the bed as she walks over. She notices the woman's eyes opening and rests a hand on her shoulder, "No need to be afraid, you're safe now. Sit up if you like, or feel free to go back to sleep. We'll talk when you feel able."

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Ara... blinks with obvious fright, she backs away from the woman, shaking her hand off her shoulder. As her back hits the "warm" thing behind her, she turns around and sees the bear. Then letting her mouth hang down to a silent scream. Her eyes dart to the floor and around the room, her eyes alert and paranoid. Then her eyes seem to focus on a corner, silently pleading for help and assistance. 

 

((So let me explain. Schizophrenic patients only talk to their "imaginary" friends or family when no one is there. But when someone "real" is here, they do not talk to them, only see them.))

[TheBareSheet 194]

Ara... falls unconscious once more but hen she wakes up, things would be very very different.

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Both her rescuers had disappeared. Ara... looked around suspiciously. The bear was snoring. She crawled and scuttled toward an half full bowl of soup. As she took a tentative taste, her eyes lit up with delight. With ravenous slurping, she finished the soup very quickly. Looking around the room, she found the pot of mushroom soup. She fingered the pieces of mushroom and began eating the rest of the soup. She waved to her "imaginary" parents over and they ate the soup together. Ara... slowly developed a great liking on the mushrooms very soon, almost an obsession. From then on, she stayed at the house, and going out to pick mushrooms!

[Moot 1719]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.