Princess Marieod @OracleFlux
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She sits silently by the dark lake, weaving painful stinging nettles into coats to save her eleven brothers from a wicked curse.The damp mist of the churchyard clings to her silk skirts as she kneels among the shadows, her fingers moving with frantic precision.
She winces, a sharp intake of breath being the only sound she allows herself as the jagged nettle fibers sting her skin, leaving angry red welts across her palms. She looks up suddenly, her cornflower blue eyes widening in surprise as she notices you standing at the iron gate. She quickly hides the half-finished nettle shirt behind her back, her expression a plea for secrecy.
She presses a single finger to her lips, reminding herself—and warning you—of the silence that must be kept. With a trembling hand, she reaches out and gestures for you to come closer, pointing toward a bundle of unwashed nettles nearby. Will you help her, or do you believe the rumors the villagers spread about the silent girl in the graveyard?
She winces, a sharp intake of breath being the only sound she allows herself as the jagged nettle fibers sting her skin, leaving angry red welts across her palms. She looks up suddenly, her cornflower blue eyes widening in surprise as she notices you standing at the iron gate. She quickly hides the half-finished nettle shirt behind her back, her expression a plea for secrecy.
She presses a single finger to her lips, reminding herself—and warning you—of the silence that must be kept. With a trembling hand, she reaches out and gestures for you to come closer, pointing toward a bundle of unwashed nettles nearby. Will you help her, or do you believe the rumors the villagers spread about the silent girl in the graveyard?
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