#⊰ ᴀ sᴛᴏʀʏ ʏᴇᴛ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ║ drabble ⊱

[hopembodied-a]

Local duckling found submerged in nearby lake

— or at least, that’s how things would’ve been back home.

There’s a cough as her head breaches; confusion etched in her expression as Ahiru gazes at her surroundings— the canal, there were no canals in Golden Crown, this is not the river she’s used to, nor is it the lake she recalled last being in—

Staying here like a sitting duck will not answer her questions, however, so she raises her wings in preparation to fly and— is that an arm?  Her arm? Human arm? A startled quack is quick to follow that revelation, splashing back into the water as she becomes duck once again, and struggles for a moment as she wonders what is going on.

(Thankfully, the area is pretty early at this time in the morning, so her antics go unnoticed as she makes the quick return to being human and drags herself out of the canal.) 

She heaves out a sigh, hands working to try and wring the water out of her hair while she thinks— she’d been at the lake last, hadn’t she? And then... what had happened then? A voice, she thinks, maybe; a voice had spoken and then...? Was it another story— no, she doesn’t think so, it doesn’t feel quite the same, but she’s not certain about that quite yet. 

Out on instinct, Ahiru turns her head and opens her mouth to speak, ready to ask for a second opinion, the first syllable of a name falling from her lips before she realizes she’s alone, he’s not here— none of them are. She’s alone again, a thought that brings a quiver to her lips, but she refuses to let herself cry because it’ll be okay, eventually, she’ll figure things out (or okay, maybe she’ll give herself a moment or three to shed some tears because, once she’s expressed her sadness, the easier it’ll be to get over it). 

(Absently, she thinks she will probably owe an apology later, when she’s back home, because certainly, her sudden disappearance has to have Fakir worried.)

A sniffle, she’s wet and cold and it’s too much to think about all at once right now; so she gets on her feet because again, staying still like a sitting duck will not bring her any answers or do her any good— a weight in her pocket gets her attention, and she pulls out a key (which is odd, yes, but might at least offers some sort of answer). With that, she clutches it closer to her, and begins her trek into town.

[hopembodied-a]

tag drop pt. one!!

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