08-27-2016, 05:27 PM
She could already hear the confusion around her; the air tinged with worried mutterings as she tried to fight the shivers- all in vain. She was dimly aware of someone by her side: a woman with a gentle voice, whilst there seemed to be a furor about somebody damaging property. Anka's tongue started tingling and her jaw spasmed before she thrust her head up from the ground, her mouth agape and her eyes wide and wild. A grey glaze settled over her vision, and she lost control of her body. With a deep sigh, the words came tumbling out. She turned to the woman as her first words were uttered.
"I can hear your blood- it's singing to me. All full of fire and fairy dust." Anka muttered with a melody in her throat. She casually ran her fingers along the woman's arm before giggling and returning to her feet. Anka spread her arms wide as she waltzed towards the spectators.
"Everyone's got loud feet, it's like drums made from pig's skin, hahaha... But no, we woke the little earthworms and they're cranky... They want me to put them to sleep." Anka shut her eyes and ran her hands across her face, before moaning and tilting her head to one side. "Does anyone know any lullabies for the wiggly worms?" Everyone in the crowd just looked on, backing away slowly from the dancer's erratic motions.
"Someone's going down there... Ahh!" Anka jumped forwards, seizing the hand of a young man with long blonde hair and fairly fancy clothing.
"Hey... That's the mayor's son, what's she playin' at?" A man from the crowd shouted.
"You're gonna meet them... I can see 'em crawling between your fingers. We're all gonna sing lullabies for you, pretty Peter. But you won't be able to hear us." Anka gazed into the man's eyes, her own gleaming with mirth and excitement.
"H-how did you know my name? What sort of madness are you blabbering about?" He shouted, yanking his hand away from hers and making towards the safety of the crowd.
Anka inhaled sharply, her eyes returning to normal. It was always bizarre returning from a fit- she remembered everything, but it felt like she'd been watching somebody else controlling her body. Everyone's eyes were burning into her, and her cheeks flared rosy as a result.
"Go home, Peter. We'll deal with this." A gruff voice commanded from behind the crowd. Moments later, two soldiers emerged, unarmed but clearly meaning business.
"My apologies... I just became a little faint. I meant no harm, really!" Anka said, backing away from the soldiers. She'd used this excuse before, and it sometimes worked.
"Sorry Miss, you can't go touching the mayor's son and spouting your mouth off like that. You're coming with us."
"I can hear your blood- it's singing to me. All full of fire and fairy dust." Anka muttered with a melody in her throat. She casually ran her fingers along the woman's arm before giggling and returning to her feet. Anka spread her arms wide as she waltzed towards the spectators.
"Everyone's got loud feet, it's like drums made from pig's skin, hahaha... But no, we woke the little earthworms and they're cranky... They want me to put them to sleep." Anka shut her eyes and ran her hands across her face, before moaning and tilting her head to one side. "Does anyone know any lullabies for the wiggly worms?" Everyone in the crowd just looked on, backing away slowly from the dancer's erratic motions.
"Someone's going down there... Ahh!" Anka jumped forwards, seizing the hand of a young man with long blonde hair and fairly fancy clothing.
"Hey... That's the mayor's son, what's she playin' at?" A man from the crowd shouted.
"You're gonna meet them... I can see 'em crawling between your fingers. We're all gonna sing lullabies for you, pretty Peter. But you won't be able to hear us." Anka gazed into the man's eyes, her own gleaming with mirth and excitement.
"H-how did you know my name? What sort of madness are you blabbering about?" He shouted, yanking his hand away from hers and making towards the safety of the crowd.
Anka inhaled sharply, her eyes returning to normal. It was always bizarre returning from a fit- she remembered everything, but it felt like she'd been watching somebody else controlling her body. Everyone's eyes were burning into her, and her cheeks flared rosy as a result.
"Go home, Peter. We'll deal with this." A gruff voice commanded from behind the crowd. Moments later, two soldiers emerged, unarmed but clearly meaning business.
"My apologies... I just became a little faint. I meant no harm, really!" Anka said, backing away from the soldiers. She'd used this excuse before, and it sometimes worked.
"Sorry Miss, you can't go touching the mayor's son and spouting your mouth off like that. You're coming with us."