when i wake up i'm afraid...
On the very top of a tower, vieled by cool clouds yet illuminated by daylight, settled a girl. Toes curled onto the edge of the building with a brown mound of fur clamouring at her from behind, frantic and worried. Widened golden irises only met stretched lips of restlessness, and lengthy white hair - somewhat blondeish from the reflect of the sun. What was she doing? What was happening? Anybody that was nearby would most likely mistake this as an attempt at suicide, when in reality, it was just an odd, overly intruigued girl that pondered if her magic could make her fly. Although, her friend behind her seemed to think her thoughts were to over the edge - and as usual, persisted she shouldn't do something so life-risking. "You can't even see the bottom!~" a tone of amusement liberated from her mouth, and she briefly twirled on the edge some-what awkwardly - boisterous howl of despair fleeing the maw of the tiny fox.
"V-Viola get off of there! You'll really kill yourself!" Melody remarked with hopeful steady words, beads of sweat formed through flocks of fur. If she were in her orginial form, this would've been much easier to embrace that frail wrist. But instead, all the fox could do was observe and hope help would come. "Don't be such a downer Mel-chan." her figure steered over, alluring red pools colliding with the gaze of worried golden eyes, "I just want to fly. Don't you?" sweet words rolled off her tongue, and the fox briefly glanced away with a sweatdrop, wondering how much she did not want to fly. After all, even though for a girl so frail looking, she had leapt from heights just as high before and descended flawlessly onto the ground. Without even an inch of nausea. The fox was not as firm with her stomach as she was. "Guess I'm heading off without you.~" with a playful voice, her body twisted back over, one foot hesitantly raising to take it's step into the air.
"V-Viola get off of there! You'll really kill yourself!" Melody remarked with hopeful steady words, beads of sweat formed through flocks of fur. If she were in her orginial form, this would've been much easier to embrace that frail wrist. But instead, all the fox could do was observe and hope help would come. "Don't be such a downer Mel-chan." her figure steered over, alluring red pools colliding with the gaze of worried golden eyes, "I just want to fly. Don't you?" sweet words rolled off her tongue, and the fox briefly glanced away with a sweatdrop, wondering how much she did not want to fly. After all, even though for a girl so frail looking, she had leapt from heights just as high before and descended flawlessly onto the ground. Without even an inch of nausea. The fox was not as firm with her stomach as she was. "Guess I'm heading off without you.~" with a playful voice, her body twisted back over, one foot hesitantly raising to take it's step into the air.
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