Entry 19: Tabitha Heads Back to Nymph’s House
The sky shown blue with scattered clouds, the street expanding before the brown eyed girl. Red water still soaked her lower half, forming a small puddle at her feet. However, she had escaped whatever that place was (although she did not quite know how). One moment, she had been walking through a tunnel flooded with ankle deep water, the crimson water splashing with her steps. The next, she stood at the street side.
The pink haired girl glanced up, shielding her eyes with her right hand. The sun’s rays shone brightly, casting a pleasant warmth over her. A soft breeze caressed her, bringing a smile to her face.
“Looks like it will be sunset soon. I should probably head back to Nymph’s.” She took a step and pouted at the wet squish of her shoe (if only shoes dried instantly). Shaking off the soggy shoe feeling, she continued forward, leaving a trail of a few reddish footprints behind her.
As Tabitha strolled onward, the sun and breeze worked in tandem to progressively dry her off. The red water dried clear, leaving no notable residue behind. A short time later, her lower half was hardly moist at all.
A school of fish gathered at her feet (attracted by her soft footfalls). They followed her for a while before scattering, a few jellyfish giving chase. She stopped for a moment and marveled at the sight, the frantic fish darting about (their scales glinting in the sunlight), the jellies pursuing them.
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Entry 20: Tabitha Dreams of Herself
The angry red sky glowered overhead, scattered black clouds dotting it. Tabitha sat at one side of a triangular wooden table (a wooden chair beneath her). The Lake of Red loomed silently below.
The other her sat at another side of the not so large table (a smile on her lips and a glass of red wine in her hand). The red eyed double took a sip before placing her wine glass down. She leaned forward, placing her elbows on the table, resting her chin on her hands. Red eyes met brown eyes (a playful look on the double’s face).
Tabitha dared not look away from the gaze of her red eyed self (dared not turn to the last side of the table). Something watched her (studied her) from there (something terrifying).
“Why don’t you join us?” the other her spoke, leaning closer. The thing across from them just watched, not saying a word.
Tabitha’s brown eyes flitted open as she stirred. Half asleep, the pink haired girl glanced about the room. Finding her Water Nymph friend still asleep in her bucket, she laid back down, pulling the cover over herself. Yawning, she turned her gaze to the window.
The silvery moon truly shone beautifully in the sky, its soft glow providing a gentle illumination to the room, bathing it in ethereal splendor. She yawned again, her eyelids growing heavier. Closing them, the pink haired girl drifted back to sleep, the moon watching her from the window.