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. . . sometimes it's safer to lurk in the shadows . . .
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⋆ ☽ . . . giselda ' s story . . . ☾ ⋆
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- She was born to a family of strict tradition and hard work. Her parents were stern and silent bakers who took little joy in their work. After several years of working in the arduous wheat fields, a sudden pregnancy brought on by the cold winter freeze left Giselda’s mother ill and unable to work. The town doctor had told her father that his wife would sadly perish during the birth their only child. After nine month’s time, his prediction had come true and Giselda was born to a single father with no idea how to care for a child, and no love in his heart. They had been passing down their family business generation after generation, and he could plainly see no talent in her to continue it. It wasn’t that her father hated her, he just didn’t know what to do with this child that clearly wasn’t even his. It took Giselda many years to get accustomed to her strange magic, and she was soon forbidden to romp around the wheat fields since she had a habit of uncontrollably freezing the crops over. She felt awful for letting her father down time after time, and eventually the two just stopped interacting for anything outside of eating supper and travelling to compulsory family events, which she would also come to feel shunned from. After Giselda was old enough to move out on her own, there were no tears or heartfelt goodbyes. It just felt inevitable that it was time to go, and they were both happier for it.
Unfortunately, Giselda felt like she fit in even less in the city. Everywhere she went she could feel eyes on her, she spoke too loudly, her accent was strange, she stood a head over everyone, and her horns kept scraping every door she walked under. It seemed everything she did only brought more attention to herself, and Giselda quickly discovered she was terrified of others. Her uneasiness grew each day as she distanced herself further and further from the life of normalcy she had desired her entire life. In dark alleys, she dwelled, living off of whatever scraps would be thrown to her from the restaurant busboys. She formed her personal alcoves in the deepest growths of vegetation at the park, changing every night and covering her tracks out of intense fear of being found. At night, when even the most diehard of night-owls had finally gone to rest, she felt free to take long runs to the beach and relax. One such night, she decided for once to take a route by the new nightclub to see if she could scrounge up any leftover food. Sniffing around, she soon found herself surrounded by the freshly-tossed, deep-fried goodies, and she was in heaven. Unfortunately, as she started stuffing herself with as much as she could carry, she heard a startled gasp and a metal clink of something hitting the pavement. Giselda let out a loud cry and, oddly, started hiccuping out of pure shock of hearing herself produce such a strange noise--and turned around to see a dark grey kalon looking her right in the eyes. Embarrassed, Giselda cowed away from the piercing stare and looked down, but she couldn’t move. Looking down, she discovered that her hooves had been frozen to the ground, and out of her surprise she had frozen over half the side of the club. The dark kalon chittered at her, and kicked a can towards the surprised Giselda thinking she was a deer. Her eyes suddenly adjusting to the dark, she gasped again when she realized the “deer” was actually another kalon, and she looked as though she had been frozen to the pavement! The kalon rushed to help and chip her away, and to get her to a hospital. Giselda yelped and tried to explain the situation, but the kalon helped her up regardless and insisted on taking her back to her place. These streets are no place for us young gals, it’s too dangerous, and besides that, and you’ll get a cold…
Arriving at a shuttered little apartment door, the kalon introduced herself as Sharai and you sure were lucky I stayed back late, and I have some microwave pizza bagels we can share, and where are ya from? Do you have a place to live? Giselda’s head was spinning. Why wasn’t she afraid of me? Did I just make a friend...? Sharai grinned and, almost as if she had read her mind, told her she could live with her as long as she needed to. It seemed way too good to be true… Giselda blushed and hid her face away. Looking over at the chattering kalon fold out a battered couch-bed, she saw a face of kindness for the first time in her life.
