#the day scholar. stxrslisten farah 01

[merxxki]

amalthea is not about to let this chance pass her by - she is unsure if she will be allowed to stay here, or what if she's there only briefly -- only until she falls asleep again? she refuses to fall asleep just in case. to ease the desire to curl up and nap on the twilight beach, she rushes around collecting seashells. she has left her shoes behind her, in the rocky start to the beach. her footsteps in the sand show how she's been running back and forth, darting close to the water and then back, trying to see if she can spot fish. "Farah!" she yells as she hears the other's voice. She's giddy, as she leaves the tide with a handful of seashells. "Look!" she says, running to her, her dress tied over her knees. "Give me your hands," she says, triumphant over her treasures. "I haven't seen these before! here, take them. Careful, i think there is something living in one."

closed starter for amalthea arcarya somewhere in the dusk court — @merxxki

The shock of being somewhere else had lasted very little as she began to recognize the signs she had read religiously for the first hundred years of her life. tests she had almost memorized word by word, she could recognize the dusk court in theory by heart because she had lived there with her imagination, and while the golden hue of its light was far more beautiful than her mind could've made up, she knew it. running into a fellow scribe was good to get her excitement out. "can you believe your eyes? the dusk court!" she screams bending down to pick up a rock to examine it. "never in my wildest dreams did i think i would ever see this, i had given up on it being real."