username; /Trainwreck/
name; Harriet
gender; Female
(4000 words for the entire form / no limit on art)
“Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home.
Swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home.
I looked over Jordan, what do I see,
Coming for to carry me home.
A band of angels coming after me,
Coming for to carry me home.”To sing a song that a little bird sings, is to sing a song upon thy heart.
https://kosher-noodle.deviantart.com/ar ... -721446984I can no longer copy and paste images anymore and nothing that I do have links for shows up. So, bear with me, but here is my entry. [center]
Writing PortionThe snow finally began to let up after three days of constantly falling, stacking and packing upon its earlier layers. With this, the temperature itself had began to start rising, too. It was picking itself up and out of the negatives, not quite yet reaching past melting point, meaning the snow would be staying around. Instead of the heavy amounts with the quick billowing wind, it was beginning to fall lightly and soft, creating graceful flurries that made a picture perfect scenery.
Harriet had her rucksack strapped around her shoulders, it's old brown leather showing immense wear and tear. Cracks peaked through the straps like inverse wrinkles. The bag had been her father's before her, giving it a little more meaning that it would have been if it belonged to anyone else. She had it filled up some of her own personal items and a variety of hot cocoa flavors she had made to sell off to her friends. She had picked a bad time to visit them, being snowed in after a quick six hours of games and communion. No one had planned on the blizzard arriving sooner than expected, or even lasting as long as it did. Nonetheless, Harriet was pleased she could finally begin to make her way home.
After saying her goodbyes and showing her gratitude for her friends allowing her to stay and feeding her over the coarse of her extended visit, she pushed through the snow covered paths, the tops of the snow being crisp and crunchy as ice started to form. Each step was slow and heavy, cautiously placed to avoid stepping into potential ditches or making an incorrect move. Harriet was already beginning to find herself freezing and didn't want to step any deeper into the Yukon white blanket anymore than necessary. Since she was moving so slow, it would take even longer for her to reach home, which wasn't close by. If the snow picked up again, she could easily find herself facing an icy death as she made the mistake of not preparing.
Trudging along, she debated with herself whether or not to go through the forest or to walk the trails through the villages. The forest always provided a quicker and much less socially awkward route than going through the villages where there were dozens to hundreds of other Viscets both working and residing. Taking a brief moment to pause, she saw that the darkened sky had slightly lightened up, meaning she had been out for a while. Looking back, she could no longer see the town in which her friends lived. Just ahead, she could tell the trees were starting to appear closer and closer together, becoming more dense the harder they were to see. The dark green colors of the needles blended in somewhat well with the dark consistency of the winter sky above, adding to the complexity. Harriet knew that the next village ran along the edge of the forest for a while, so she predicted that by the time she would reach the forest, the village shouldn't be too far off. With her pace, she estimated it would take her no longer than an hour to reach if she was lucky.
Continuing onwards, the snow began to pick up, falling faster in an elegant flurry. Sucking in a breath of air, Harriet pushed forward, shaking her head as she took her first step onto the trail. The snow started to increase the anxiety bubbling within her belly, making her wonder if she would need to pull off. She did her best to push the negative thoughts aside, but they nagged on as she walked. Suddenly, the village seemed so far away.
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The sky had darkened immensely, only the old lamps being there to light the ground in front of her as Harriet arrived. Only a single other viscet had been out, dressed up in extra warm clothes. The viscet looked both friendly, with a plump belly and a scruffy beard. Harriet paused to watch the old viscet, digging her claws into the cracks of the cobblestone road. Snow seeped into the inside of her claws, making them freeze and ache. She held them there, allowing herself to feel something after going numb from her long hike.
The old viscet looked up at her, with gentle eyes and a warm smile. Waving his tail, he hesitated, as if he was about to make a wrong step.
“You look cold!” He called, speaking up. Harriet nodded, a little unsure if she should walk over there or not. She didn’t want to seem rude, after all the viscet looked friendly, but she also wanted to get home, which she was beginning to accept that it wouldn’t happen that night. Taking a deep breath, Harriet hung her head and slowly walked over. With a pleasant, jolly smile on his face, he took her by the shoulders with his tail, leading her into the Inn behind where they stood.
A gentle warm glow illuminated the walls from a flickering fireplace, encased with old cobblestone and fine craftsmanship. With a smile, Harriet stood near the entry way as the elder Viscet retrieved a blanket from a closet for her.
“Go ahead and have a seat with the others. It’s free tonight,” He chuckled, motioning over to where three other Viscets were sitting, wrapped up in their own blankets and happily chatting. They had backpacks and proper mountain gear with them, a well as cups of hot chocolate. Hesitantly, Harriet made her way over, easing down onto the soft, wooden floor boards. A viscet smiled, meeting her gaze with a happy greeting. The worrisome knot in her belly began to ease and loosen. Maybe getting home won’t be such a bad trip after all.[/center]
Overview
Overall, Harriet is a very sweet and somewhat shy 'cet. She isn't the smartest kid in school or has the keenest of sights, but what she does have is a large heart and a good set of listening ears. Often times, her fears and insecurities cloud her judgement, putting her on the spot and in positions she would rather not be in. Harriet is definitely a people pleaser, tending to sacrifice more than what she would like to keep those around her happy and content. She does what she can to make others feel loved and wanted, even to her own expense.
