07-19-2018, 04:35 PM
Honestly, Pier just wanted to get as far as she could from her old "home" as possible. It was the only thing that prompted her to walk three miles to an island full of people. She was scared of what they'd be like, but it was hopefully going to be safer than where she was before. There was no way she was going back. So, with a great amount of determination, the girl trudged along.
With her, she dragged a bag of marshmallows. It was a little something she considered a reward for herself, for walking this far and braving it through the situation. None of this was ideal, but she'd deal with it with as much optimism as she could muster. At least she was no longer stuck at her breaking point, falling further downwards day by day. Maybe things would be better from this point on.
Still, she had the obstacle of people to deal with. How was she sure that she could trust these strangers? Really, she didn't have a choice but to fake it. If things went poorly, she could just run away from them. It's something she already did in the first place. Every step took her closer to her uncertain future until she finally stopped. She was finally here, at her destination.
The thing was; Pier wasn't ready. She stopped outside the gate and turned away. Maybe it was a good time to just roast some marshmallows, calm down, and wait for them to come to her. Her eyes scanned the area for wood, and really, anything flammable. After a while, she gathered enough stuff to start a small, controlled fire. She rested her paw on the materials before it sparked up, slowly starting to burn. Finally. With a tiny grin on her face, Pier stuck a few marshmallows on a stick, before putting them in the fire to roast. Honestly, she just hoped nobody showed up until she was done, but then again, things didn't always work out the way she wanted them to.
//this is rushed/a mess, hhhh
With her, she dragged a bag of marshmallows. It was a little something she considered a reward for herself, for walking this far and braving it through the situation. None of this was ideal, but she'd deal with it with as much optimism as she could muster. At least she was no longer stuck at her breaking point, falling further downwards day by day. Maybe things would be better from this point on.
Still, she had the obstacle of people to deal with. How was she sure that she could trust these strangers? Really, she didn't have a choice but to fake it. If things went poorly, she could just run away from them. It's something she already did in the first place. Every step took her closer to her uncertain future until she finally stopped. She was finally here, at her destination.
The thing was; Pier wasn't ready. She stopped outside the gate and turned away. Maybe it was a good time to just roast some marshmallows, calm down, and wait for them to come to her. Her eyes scanned the area for wood, and really, anything flammable. After a while, she gathered enough stuff to start a small, controlled fire. She rested her paw on the materials before it sparked up, slowly starting to burn. Finally. With a tiny grin on her face, Pier stuck a few marshmallows on a stick, before putting them in the fire to roast. Honestly, she just hoped nobody showed up until she was done, but then again, things didn't always work out the way she wanted them to.
//this is rushed/a mess, hhhh