And while you are sitting indoors
waiting for the storm to pass
I will be outside dancing in the rain
waiting for the storm to pass
I will be outside dancing in the rain
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An enormous chicken. You would think a very large chicken would be easy to find in such an open space, however the last few hours spent looking for the farm animal had turned up with nothing as a result. Not even some giant chicken-shaped footsteps.
Astrid had decided to take a break to restore some of the energy lost during her search, feeling her stamina drop below its normal level. She chose a small, grassy hill placed horizontally from the farm house in which the old farmer lived, sitting under the shade of a great oak tree.
She leaned back into the bark, allowing the cooling breeze to blow upon her warm face. She closed her eyes, trying to think of what she should do.
Maybe she could ask the farmer for some seeds to draw it in. Or even borrow one of his dogs to sniff it out.
“Or maybe we could cut off a head of another chicken so it smells the blood and comes to check it out!”
Yeah! They could cut-
Wait. What?
A familiar, cheerfully sick voice snapped Astrid out of her thoughts. The violinist turned her head to her side, dark blue eyes wide, spotting the blonde that was now sitting beside her. Her legs were crossed as her hands gripped at her ankles, powder blue eyes looking up towards the sky with a smile placed on her rosy lips.
Her again. Astrid’s curious expression turned to a pout, silver eyebrows narrowing slightly. This girl had been following her for weeks now. First in her dreams, now in reality. She managed to always pop in at the most random of moments, either to say something weird or just to be in her line of sight. It was getting rather annoying at this point. She had no idea what she was or where she came from… Or what she wanted from her. The girl seemed to like following her about. Which was fine as long as she wasn’t hurting her, at least she figured as much. But it was weird, especially with the things she did. Moving random things about, touching her unexpectedly, causing mischievous. Those were things Astrid would not put up with from a stranger.
“I grow tired of your games” the violinist huffed, looking away irritatedly. She just wanted to do her job and go home, extra help was not needed, especially from people who annoyed her purposively. She was already dealing with her decrease in physical health, she did not want to deal with her too right now.
“Explain yourself or leave me be.”
The blonde giggled lightly as she continued to stare at the sky, her smiling expression unmoving. It was unnerving, the way the child always seemed to have sickly sweet features upon her face at all times. Even if she could not see her face it still gave off an aura that it was there. It gave the musician chills down her spine.
“What would be the fun in that? It’s not time to do something like that yet. You gotta wait~”
Wait? Wait for what? She had the right to know why someone was following her every waking moment of the day. It was only fair. She didn’t see why she had to wait.
“Wait? Wait for wha-”
“Oh yeah, also, giant chicken.”
Astrid turned to the girl as she cut her off from her question, blinking as she watched her raise an arm to point at something in front of them.
She followed the pointing finger, spotting the monstrous chicken standing outside of the farm house, it’s head twitching as it let out a loud noise.
Quickly looking back to the blonde blue eyes widened as she realized the spot next to her was once again empty. The girl was gone. Again.
Staring at the empty spot she sighed, reaching around her back to grab the strap of her violin case. Would she ever really find out who this girl was? She didn’t really know. However, as long as she didn’t cause any real trouble, Astrid guessed she could stay until she found out.
She had dealt with a lot more horrible things after all.
A few minutes of luring the chicken with the sound of her violin had completed the job. As it should. Most things were attracted to the sound of the violin and calmed down her targets to the point where any malice or hatred flushed right out of them. The overgrown chicken was no exception. She had led it back to it’s coop, where the farmer tied it down with a rope.
With a thank you and a bag full of jewel, the musician made her way back to the guild.
Astrid had decided to take a break to restore some of the energy lost during her search, feeling her stamina drop below its normal level. She chose a small, grassy hill placed horizontally from the farm house in which the old farmer lived, sitting under the shade of a great oak tree.
She leaned back into the bark, allowing the cooling breeze to blow upon her warm face. She closed her eyes, trying to think of what she should do.
Maybe she could ask the farmer for some seeds to draw it in. Or even borrow one of his dogs to sniff it out.
“Or maybe we could cut off a head of another chicken so it smells the blood and comes to check it out!”
Yeah! They could cut-
Wait. What?
A familiar, cheerfully sick voice snapped Astrid out of her thoughts. The violinist turned her head to her side, dark blue eyes wide, spotting the blonde that was now sitting beside her. Her legs were crossed as her hands gripped at her ankles, powder blue eyes looking up towards the sky with a smile placed on her rosy lips.
Her again. Astrid’s curious expression turned to a pout, silver eyebrows narrowing slightly. This girl had been following her for weeks now. First in her dreams, now in reality. She managed to always pop in at the most random of moments, either to say something weird or just to be in her line of sight. It was getting rather annoying at this point. She had no idea what she was or where she came from… Or what she wanted from her. The girl seemed to like following her about. Which was fine as long as she wasn’t hurting her, at least she figured as much. But it was weird, especially with the things she did. Moving random things about, touching her unexpectedly, causing mischievous. Those were things Astrid would not put up with from a stranger.
“I grow tired of your games” the violinist huffed, looking away irritatedly. She just wanted to do her job and go home, extra help was not needed, especially from people who annoyed her purposively. She was already dealing with her decrease in physical health, she did not want to deal with her too right now.
“Explain yourself or leave me be.”
The blonde giggled lightly as she continued to stare at the sky, her smiling expression unmoving. It was unnerving, the way the child always seemed to have sickly sweet features upon her face at all times. Even if she could not see her face it still gave off an aura that it was there. It gave the musician chills down her spine.
“What would be the fun in that? It’s not time to do something like that yet. You gotta wait~”
Wait? Wait for what? She had the right to know why someone was following her every waking moment of the day. It was only fair. She didn’t see why she had to wait.
“Wait? Wait for wha-”
“Oh yeah, also, giant chicken.”
Astrid turned to the girl as she cut her off from her question, blinking as she watched her raise an arm to point at something in front of them.
She followed the pointing finger, spotting the monstrous chicken standing outside of the farm house, it’s head twitching as it let out a loud noise.
Quickly looking back to the blonde blue eyes widened as she realized the spot next to her was once again empty. The girl was gone. Again.
Staring at the empty spot she sighed, reaching around her back to grab the strap of her violin case. Would she ever really find out who this girl was? She didn’t really know. However, as long as she didn’t cause any real trouble, Astrid guessed she could stay until she found out.
She had dealt with a lot more horrible things after all.
A few minutes of luring the chicken with the sound of her violin had completed the job. As it should. Most things were attracted to the sound of the violin and calmed down her targets to the point where any malice or hatred flushed right out of them. The overgrown chicken was no exception. She had led it back to it’s coop, where the farmer tied it down with a rope.
With a thank you and a bag full of jewel, the musician made her way back to the guild.
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