06-22-2017, 02:19 PM
Though there were still predators lurking in the dark, the incoming night had already turned the forested land into a quieter place than normal. The temperatures had also started to cool down, and the terrain the girl was traversing was much flatter and more sparsely overgrown. As a result, her return trip was turning out to be a much less harrowing affair.
Taking a momentary break under a tree, Tamsin sighed. Reaching into her handy knapsack, she pulled out the prize she had claimed — the white mask. Or at least it had been entirely white at one point, having become dirty and somewhat discoloured since then. Even at a simple glance, it was easy to tell that the object had spent a significant amount of time submerged in water, possibly even before it had been placed in the crate.
The servant gave the covering a closer inspection. By its own merits, the mask did not appear to have any standout features or functions — as far as the girl was able to tell, it was nothing more than mundane sportswear used for protection. But it was certainly an item with its own unique history — a violent one. In addition to the toll it had suffered from the elements, a section of its side was chipped away — the result of an encounter with a sharp instrument.
The more she stared at it with her navy blue eyes, the less comfortable the young woman felt. A chill ran down her spine as she focused on the empty openings for the eyes. She knew that the mask was not being worn, that there was nothing there. And yet, part of her felt like it was watching her, its invisible gaze piercing her to the very core of her being.
Tamsin shook her head quickly and placed the object back in her knapsack. She did not have the time to let her imagination run wild — and imagining who its former owner might have been was not something she wanted to ponder on for too long. Jumping back onto her feet, she resumed her present course.
Taking a momentary break under a tree, Tamsin sighed. Reaching into her handy knapsack, she pulled out the prize she had claimed — the white mask. Or at least it had been entirely white at one point, having become dirty and somewhat discoloured since then. Even at a simple glance, it was easy to tell that the object had spent a significant amount of time submerged in water, possibly even before it had been placed in the crate.
The servant gave the covering a closer inspection. By its own merits, the mask did not appear to have any standout features or functions — as far as the girl was able to tell, it was nothing more than mundane sportswear used for protection. But it was certainly an item with its own unique history — a violent one. In addition to the toll it had suffered from the elements, a section of its side was chipped away — the result of an encounter with a sharp instrument.
The more she stared at it with her navy blue eyes, the less comfortable the young woman felt. A chill ran down her spine as she focused on the empty openings for the eyes. She knew that the mask was not being worn, that there was nothing there. And yet, part of her felt like it was watching her, its invisible gaze piercing her to the very core of her being.
Tamsin shook her head quickly and placed the object back in her knapsack. She did not have the time to let her imagination run wild — and imagining who its former owner might have been was not something she wanted to ponder on for too long. Jumping back onto her feet, she resumed her present course.
Quote:Tamsin moving from B3 to B11.