Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20180509011221/@comment-27550231-20180512152833

"It's it's been too long."

Ne'zon runs her hand along the fence of the estate taking it all in once more. The cool breeze of the surrounding fields blow past, her hair and dress flowing with it as if it urging her to continue onward. The winds intensify as they reach her old home and she stops to take in its beauty, the beautiful memories and the terrible ones. She stays there for minutes not saying a word the wind ever tugging at her to move on.

"It hasn't changed much. Not since..."

The jome that once seemed so warm and welcoming now lay cold and dormant. No longer did it feel inviting, no longer did she long to return to the place she called home, the place where her mother lived. The place where her sister worked. The place where her aunt lounged around... The place where he never showed up.

Strange whispers echoed from the distance. Impossible words from an impossible place sange songs that shouldn't be heard. The longer they lingered the louder and more plentiful the whispers became and not long they became a silent chorus of chaos silently booming through the wind.