Don't Be Afraid To Be Who You Are - Isle Side

[missrecalled_mods]

The Rain Rain Rain Came Down Down Down

Just over a week after the Isle visit people would find themselves drawn outside. The weather was finally getting warmer, but that wasn't all of it. A strange foul smelling - and fairly toxic - mold had begun growing in some of the classrooms. Thankfully not the ones where people were sleeping but it was still enough to make it unpleasant to remain indoors. Some might blame the growth of the mold on a certain obsessive compulsive cleaner, though others might say that he just discovered it and accidentally gave it access to oxygen and such.

Whichever the reason, sleeping outside for a few days was sounding like a better and better plan with every passing minute. Even the drizzling weather couldn't make the indoors terribly appealing for anyone with a sense of smell.

And it was over night on one such night that the rain was... different. Warmer and a bit tingly. And some people would awaken quite a bit older than when they fell asleep, perhaps. Their memories might have caught up with their age, or might come to them slowly. However it happens, there might be some very confusing moments as those who seemed to be young just a moment before are now... less so.

Gift In Time Gift In Time Nary A Reason Nary A Rhyme Gift In Time!

Weirdly, there was something good to come not long after the rain. In addition to aging some folks up, it also seemed to wash away the worst of the mold, allowing people to return indoors once more. And each of them would find, soon after, in some place that they considered theirs... a small gift. It was rare that positive things happened on the Isle, but perhaps this was a sign of things to come.

Or perhaps even a broken clock is right once in a blue moon...

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[mist_the_point]

He chuckled and gently ruffled Chara's hair. "You needn't be concerned," he said. "I was merely caught off guard by the gift, but I'm quite alright now that I've had a moment to gather my wits."

[fallen_child]

"'Course I'm concerned. You're my brother and I love you."

[mist_the_point]

Hearing it stated so simply and directly caused something in his chest to tighten to an almost painful degree. He cleared his throat to avoid showing it outwardly. "Be that as it may," he said. "I'm perfectly alright. You may go and show Chell your gift without fear."

[fallen_child]

Chara nodded. "Okay." Clinging to the book the child got up and dashed off to find Chell.

And scene! TY for the thread!

[mist_the_point]

Once Chara was out of sight Foulques allowed his shoulders to slump, drawing a long, shaky breath and exhaling slowly to collect himself. Doing his best to smother the dark thoughts that nipped at his mind, trying to poison Chara's gentle words, he busied himself with packing the precious lute carefully away. It should fit neatly under the desk-come-bed, and then, perhaps, he could speak to Sun.

TY for the thread!

[fallen_child]

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