Re: Changing Masks from Creamy to Chunky
Dawn came much too early this morning. There was just something about the dark that Rovina liked more than the glaring sun. It was isolation. The acceptance of the open, waiting arms of darkness and the cold envelopment of death's shroud. Yes, dawn came much too early this morning.
Rovina took her first tenuous steps into the classroom, her books cradled in front of her for protection. She looked around haphazardly, her teeth almost biting through her tongue in tension. A new dawn, a new chance to start over. That's what Father Stone kept repeating, droning over and over with his reassuring smile. She shivered, and a small gust of wind blew the lower strands of her hair.
Stop it, she said to herself. The ghostly manifestations around her were just as anxious as she was. Rovina found a desk and tried to look small.
Yes, a new dawn. A new future. Great, Rovina mused. And wished for nothing more than her solitary bed with the blankets drawn tightly over her, in darkness.
Just wanted to say HI and break in with a small piece of writing inviting you into the thoughts of Rovina's character, my writing style, and invite you in taking a look at her character sheet and background when you have the chance. Even though we will be on a hiatus for a while, I wanted to at least let you know a bit about the character. Happy to be a part of the story and wishing everyone the very best.