VictoryatLast
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Iduna Isra
“E…erhm…”
Iduna had found herself in a peculiar predicament, being pulled along by the pink fae without much in the ways of dissenting. Having clipped the pin to her shawl, the songstress hadn’t allowed her eyes to leave the ground as they walked, solely focused on keeping her magic at bay, while not pronouncing a single syllable in fear that it might start a chain reaction. This too however, was extremely difficult, as the pinkette had grabbed her by the arm, with only the curtesy to cover it in her shawl.
The idea of physical contact with any person had given her enough anxiety- the slightest touch was enough to send shocks of below zero temperatures shrieking around the point of contact and enveloping the girl whole.
What was she to do?!
“…W-w-we weren’t supp-p-posed to elaborat-t-t-te on t-t-that… I think.” Iduna covered her cheeks with her hands as soon as Ophelia released her, attempting to hide in her shawl as much as possible- she had managed to identify this feeling as shame- which unlike the cold, burned through her cheeks and stomach like wildfires upon reaching Numa Numa. Pantra had specifically warned her of revealing such magic in the Pavillion… and with this pink beguiling witch tugging the incredulous songstress around like a rag doll, she could not keep it contained.
“…And… it-t was more y-y-you p-p-pulling me with you!” Ida’s voice had been a whisper up until her final voice crack as she huffed and buried herself further into her shawl… where she realized that another strand of her hair… had been bleached in the stressful encounter in the Palace- a large patch of it, in fact. The idea that stress was what was worsening her conditions had just about confirmed her worst fears- had her curse done this? Or was it her own actions? Was leaving the caravan such a mistake to be experiencing these things that might’ve lessened her control over her magic ?!
…
All she could do was attempt to pull in a few deep breaths and pull herself together, nose and eyes scrunched up tight as she buried her face in her shawl.
“I-“ Iduna realized her behavior was utterly dreadful… and a feeling of icy calm suddenly overtook her, the songstress’s entire body suddenly untensing as something inside tightened ever more…
“I… she is correct. We do need some information about procuring items for tonight…a-and…” She glanced away shyly, up towards the material that she had been eyeing… but the feeling had long been stowed away. She didn’t need it.
She wanted it- and was she really in the position to earn it?
No.
“Perhaps I would like to hear that bit on Duran, if it would please you to tell us a tale.”
“E…erhm…”
Iduna had found herself in a peculiar predicament, being pulled along by the pink fae without much in the ways of dissenting. Having clipped the pin to her shawl, the songstress hadn’t allowed her eyes to leave the ground as they walked, solely focused on keeping her magic at bay, while not pronouncing a single syllable in fear that it might start a chain reaction. This too however, was extremely difficult, as the pinkette had grabbed her by the arm, with only the curtesy to cover it in her shawl.
The idea of physical contact with any person had given her enough anxiety- the slightest touch was enough to send shocks of below zero temperatures shrieking around the point of contact and enveloping the girl whole.
What was she to do?!
“…W-w-we weren’t supp-p-posed to elaborat-t-t-te on t-t-that… I think.” Iduna covered her cheeks with her hands as soon as Ophelia released her, attempting to hide in her shawl as much as possible- she had managed to identify this feeling as shame- which unlike the cold, burned through her cheeks and stomach like wildfires upon reaching Numa Numa. Pantra had specifically warned her of revealing such magic in the Pavillion… and with this pink beguiling witch tugging the incredulous songstress around like a rag doll, she could not keep it contained.
“…And… it-t was more y-y-you p-p-pulling me with you!” Ida’s voice had been a whisper up until her final voice crack as she huffed and buried herself further into her shawl… where she realized that another strand of her hair… had been bleached in the stressful encounter in the Palace- a large patch of it, in fact. The idea that stress was what was worsening her conditions had just about confirmed her worst fears- had her curse done this? Or was it her own actions? Was leaving the caravan such a mistake to be experiencing these things that might’ve lessened her control over her magic ?!
…
All she could do was attempt to pull in a few deep breaths and pull herself together, nose and eyes scrunched up tight as she buried her face in her shawl.
“I-“ Iduna realized her behavior was utterly dreadful… and a feeling of icy calm suddenly overtook her, the songstress’s entire body suddenly untensing as something inside tightened ever more…
“I… she is correct. We do need some information about procuring items for tonight…a-and…” She glanced away shyly, up towards the material that she had been eyeing… but the feeling had long been stowed away. She didn’t need it.
She wanted it- and was she really in the position to earn it?
No.
“Perhaps I would like to hear that bit on Duran, if it would please you to tell us a tale.”