Something STRANGE Is Coming...

Something STRANGE is coming...

as the sun crested over the horizon directly behind the old blue tinted canvas tent which wasn't quite comfortable enough to call home, fairuza finally roused herself from the ache-inducing palette of blankets with enough time before the first day of school to clean up. it wasn't the most fruitful effort considering there was no shower or sink. (a toilet desperately needed to be her first order of business.)

the spigot worked well enough to cleanse the face and brush the teeth, but body hygiene felt lacking. fairuza made her way down the embankment to the river that ran through the old mill and past tiny town. a little morning dip was the perfect way to feel a modicum more clean. the cool, crisp water woke every sense and left the mind feeling focused and ready to take on a new challenge.

Studying

fairuza's family has always been travelers and artisans. throughout her childhood they hopped from place to place which, admittedly, was exciting and fun, but eventually she realized that all her friends felt arms length. nothing was rooted. so when the palette family moved to the arts district of san myshuno, fairuza decided to stay.

still, it wasn't everything that she had dreamed. between school, city life, and trying to make enough to keep rent, her art fell to the wayside. there was no time for inspiration in this endless grind. there was no room for creativity in this cramped living quarter. surely there had to be somewhere for her.

that is when she walked by the notice board in her building and saw: 'tiny town adventure: apply today!'

when the funds for more new canvases ran out, fairuza noticed the unsettling feeling of something watching her from a bush just on the edge of town. the skin prickled on the back of her neck. wasn't she supposed to be out here alone?

"hello?" she called to the now eerily quiet day and the startling noise that returned sounded almost like a little song. suddenly, a lithe, black fox leapt from the foliage and greeted her. fairuza laughed and returned a relieved melody of her own. it was just a new friend.

as the sun rose and fell on this first day in tiny town, fairuza focused on the completion of a few important chores. homework before school tomorrow, buying a spigot to wash up, and cooking her first meal. (although quickly realizing the majority of it would go bad with no fridge in which to keep it.)

but hey, what was a new adventure without a few mistakes?

mab winterdream.