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chanter_greenie's commissioned request for more of Zita and Amantia. It comes after most of the events in Addergoole: Year Nine. Thanks to wyste, whose character Zita is, for helping with Zita's lines.
The sun was bright. Amantia blinked up at it. She remembered what it felt like; she remembered what it looked like, but that had been years ago. She'd never thought she'd live to see a meadow again.
She flopped down into the grass, feeling the prickle of the stalks through her wetsuit. When she'd first gotten sent to the basement, she'd really believed that someone, anyone would come up with a cure for her problem soon - just a week, just a month, just a year. For the last year, she'd really expected to die any minute now. The beasts had been attacking, they were stuck.
Now, she didn't know. She was out of the basement. She was in the sun. She could - well, she already knew she couldn't run away, but getting out of the basement was the first step towards any kind of freedom at all. She could do this. Maybe she could even learn how to stop killing people.
A light breeze picked up, brushing over Amantia. She rolled up into a sitting position and smiled. With her arms outstretched, she could pretend she could feel the breeze all over her body.
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chanter_greenie's commissioned request for more of Zita and Amantia. It comes after most of the events in Addergoole: Year Nine. Thanks to wyste, whose character Zita is, for helping with Zita's lines.The sun was bright. Amantia blinked up at it. She remembered what it felt like; she remembered what it looked like, but that had been years ago. She'd never thought she'd live to see a meadow again.
She flopped down into the grass, feeling the prickle of the stalks through her wetsuit. When she'd first gotten sent to the basement, she'd really believed that someone, anyone would come up with a cure for her problem soon - just a week, just a month, just a year. For the last year, she'd really expected to die any minute now. The beasts had been attacking, they were stuck.
Now, she didn't know. She was out of the basement. She was in the sun. She could - well, she already knew she couldn't run away, but getting out of the basement was the first step towards any kind of freedom at all. She could do this. Maybe she could even learn how to stop killing people.
A light breeze picked up, brushing over Amantia. She rolled up into a sitting position and smiled. With her arms outstretched, she could pretend she could feel the breeze all over her body.
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