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Eun-Young Ara Delarose
Scenario: "Unexpected Meetings"
Mood: Surprised and Nervous
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It had been at least half a year since the Delarose family stumbled into River Crest. Life in the small town so far was quaint, nothing seemed out of the ordinary, or rather, it depended what one believed was "ordinary". To Eun Young, though she likes to be called Ara since most people butchered her first name often, RiverCrest was what she expected life to be like. Supernaturals were all around her, hiding and lurking, and that was what she was used to. In the eyes of mundanes, they were clueless of the different mystical powers that were at work in the small town. It was far from "normal" and she wondered what would happen if they were to find out.
Ara always spent her time with her nose in books, reading about history to different spellbooks. But when she read stories of past histories of those exposed to the supernatural world, it wasn't pleasant, especially since the evidence wasn't necessarily in your face but in the crevices of the words written in the newspaper or books. Ara tried not to dwell on it but somehow she always became emotional whenever she read personal diaries belonging to those who had already passed. Ara just couldn't fathom exactly why they couldn't all just get along. It wasn't just the supernatural world, but also the mundane. It was a never-ending cycle.
But, she always tried her best to avoid confrontations especially when she didn't have anything to add or say. Nevetheless, as much as Ara kept opinions to herself, she was quite obedient especially when it came to her parents. She honestly just didn't want to disappoint them and further add stress onto them since their coven was now spread apart from each other. It worries her that she and her family can't get in contact with the rest of them to see if they were okay. But perhaps no news means good news.
But it wasn't a surprise when her and her family came into town and their magic lessened slightly. They weren't as powerful especially since they were on foreign lands and grounds. The Delarose coven needed time to situate themselves before rebuilding and restoring their power again which is why they often hated moving and relocating. So, for most of the time that the Delarose family was in town, they stayed under the radar and never came in close contact with many people. They lived on the outskirts of town but close enough to the town that it was a fifteen minute drive to get into the main streets of where the restaurants and shops were located.
Ara loved leisurely walks in the woods, it was something she had gotten used to doing since she was but a wee babe. The scent of fresh pine, the crunch of the leaves that were heard with each footstep she took, and just being surrounded by nature's life all around her. It wasn't just trees to her, no, they were more than that. The plants that grew within the woods were very much alive to her. With each bristle, with each growth, the woods became more alive as animals and plants alike worked in a cycle. If anything, she felt at ease in the woods, following a path by leaving a ribbon with each turn and steps she took. The ribbons glowed in the dark, a spell she was able to cast upon the object of her choice, just in case when night fell, she could find her way back again.
Just like most of her days, Ara found herself exploring, seeing newfound plants that she perhaps can use for one of her newer spells she was working on. At the moment, she was working on tweaking a binding spell as well as medicinal herbs for other illnesses. She had found ginseng in town, but she wanted roots and other items to mix them together into a powder. As Ara followed the trail as she normally did, she found herself immersed in the difference of plant life in RiverCrest than her own home country. It was absolutely astonishing to see the how the soil and how the plants often grew and wilted. Ara never was without her handy journal as she took notes and drew images of the plants she came across.
But, before she knew it, night fell and she began to make her way back home. However, a gun shot as well as other screams echoed in her ears as she froze in her steps. Ara's heart beat quickened as she sensed something was admist in town. The sun had already set and it was dark, too dark for her liking. The trees around her were still as can be so any noise she heard amplified even more. She tried looking for the glowing ribbons she placed but to no avail. All she heard was a truck zooming on the outskirts of the forest and voices.
Ara wasn't scared. . but more so nervous of what was going on. Her head went to thoughts that only spooked her more as she meekly and hesitantly called out, "H-hello . . ? A-anyone o-out there. .?" With small steps, Ara looked around, blindly, as she tried her best to make it through the woods. What happened to her ribbons? And was that iron she smelled? Warning bells rang in her head as she swallowed back a nervous whimper as she shivered in her bones. As a witch, she sensed something afoot within nature, as if the balance of things were starting to tip over and something big was about to happen. A big change was about to happen and it would turn this small town upside down.
Wandering around aimlessly, Ara managed to trip over air, branches, and leaves to the point she was covered in dirt and had twigs stuck in her light, blonde hair. Deciding that walking around aimlessly and trying to retrace her steps was a blow, Ara decided perhaps using the night sky and the moon as a compass would be better. Her light hazel eyes glanced at the sky as she tried to encompass her surrounding, guesstimating her cardinal directions. Soon enough, after more time passed or so, she managed to find herself walking out of the woods towards a street unfamiliar to her.
Her heart felt as if it was about to leap out of her chest when cars swiftly passed by her, zooming off as she couldn't help but sense someone was in trouble. But, before she could ponder what was going on, she heard voice to the left of her as saw a girl looking over a boy, perhaps someone close to her, in concern. Ara wondered if she should go and talk to her. . but she was hesitant. It wasn't any of her business and whatever was going on could not be good.
She shouldn't get involved. But, seeing the girl and the unconscious male, Ara tilted her head,
sensing the girl's aura. It was strong, too strong and mystique to be a human's but not so much of an undead or shifter. Ara felt almost connected and familiar with her, but not bonded as she was with her coven. A slight breeze passed through as she felt it, her energy. The girl before her was not only a hereditary witch like she was, but she must have descended from a long and powerful bloodline of the witches who lived in RiverCrest. This only cause Ara to feel more cautious and worried. It wasn't every day that she was faced to face with another witch, much less one who seemed more vulnerable than usual.
Furrowing her brows, Ara couldn't help but scold herself at the thought of just leaving the girl behind and acting as if she didn't see it. It was obvious to her that the girl needed some sort of well . . help, perhaps? With a deep breathe, Ara quietly stepped a little closer towards the two strangers. "A-are you . . I mean . ., " she cleared her throat a bit, "i-is h-he okay? Are you. . okay?" Her voice was soft and gentle, almost melodic-like, yet a slight hoarse-ness filled her tone, as if she hadn't spoken in forever.
Ara always spent her time with her nose in books, reading about history to different spellbooks. But when she read stories of past histories of those exposed to the supernatural world, it wasn't pleasant, especially since the evidence wasn't necessarily in your face but in the crevices of the words written in the newspaper or books. Ara tried not to dwell on it but somehow she always became emotional whenever she read personal diaries belonging to those who had already passed. Ara just couldn't fathom exactly why they couldn't all just get along. It wasn't just the supernatural world, but also the mundane. It was a never-ending cycle.
But, she always tried her best to avoid confrontations especially when she didn't have anything to add or say. Nevetheless, as much as Ara kept opinions to herself, she was quite obedient especially when it came to her parents. She honestly just didn't want to disappoint them and further add stress onto them since their coven was now spread apart from each other. It worries her that she and her family can't get in contact with the rest of them to see if they were okay. But perhaps no news means good news.
But it wasn't a surprise when her and her family came into town and their magic lessened slightly. They weren't as powerful especially since they were on foreign lands and grounds. The Delarose coven needed time to situate themselves before rebuilding and restoring their power again which is why they often hated moving and relocating. So, for most of the time that the Delarose family was in town, they stayed under the radar and never came in close contact with many people. They lived on the outskirts of town but close enough to the town that it was a fifteen minute drive to get into the main streets of where the restaurants and shops were located.
Ara loved leisurely walks in the woods, it was something she had gotten used to doing since she was but a wee babe. The scent of fresh pine, the crunch of the leaves that were heard with each footstep she took, and just being surrounded by nature's life all around her. It wasn't just trees to her, no, they were more than that. The plants that grew within the woods were very much alive to her. With each bristle, with each growth, the woods became more alive as animals and plants alike worked in a cycle. If anything, she felt at ease in the woods, following a path by leaving a ribbon with each turn and steps she took. The ribbons glowed in the dark, a spell she was able to cast upon the object of her choice, just in case when night fell, she could find her way back again.
Just like most of her days, Ara found herself exploring, seeing newfound plants that she perhaps can use for one of her newer spells she was working on. At the moment, she was working on tweaking a binding spell as well as medicinal herbs for other illnesses. She had found ginseng in town, but she wanted roots and other items to mix them together into a powder. As Ara followed the trail as she normally did, she found herself immersed in the difference of plant life in RiverCrest than her own home country. It was absolutely astonishing to see the how the soil and how the plants often grew and wilted. Ara never was without her handy journal as she took notes and drew images of the plants she came across.
But, before she knew it, night fell and she began to make her way back home. However, a gun shot as well as other screams echoed in her ears as she froze in her steps. Ara's heart beat quickened as she sensed something was admist in town. The sun had already set and it was dark, too dark for her liking. The trees around her were still as can be so any noise she heard amplified even more. She tried looking for the glowing ribbons she placed but to no avail. All she heard was a truck zooming on the outskirts of the forest and voices.
Ara wasn't scared. . but more so nervous of what was going on. Her head went to thoughts that only spooked her more as she meekly and hesitantly called out, "H-hello . . ? A-anyone o-out there. .?" With small steps, Ara looked around, blindly, as she tried her best to make it through the woods. What happened to her ribbons? And was that iron she smelled? Warning bells rang in her head as she swallowed back a nervous whimper as she shivered in her bones. As a witch, she sensed something afoot within nature, as if the balance of things were starting to tip over and something big was about to happen. A big change was about to happen and it would turn this small town upside down.
Wandering around aimlessly, Ara managed to trip over air, branches, and leaves to the point she was covered in dirt and had twigs stuck in her light, blonde hair. Deciding that walking around aimlessly and trying to retrace her steps was a blow, Ara decided perhaps using the night sky and the moon as a compass would be better. Her light hazel eyes glanced at the sky as she tried to encompass her surrounding, guesstimating her cardinal directions. Soon enough, after more time passed or so, she managed to find herself walking out of the woods towards a street unfamiliar to her.
Her heart felt as if it was about to leap out of her chest when cars swiftly passed by her, zooming off as she couldn't help but sense someone was in trouble. But, before she could ponder what was going on, she heard voice to the left of her as saw a girl looking over a boy, perhaps someone close to her, in concern. Ara wondered if she should go and talk to her. . but she was hesitant. It wasn't any of her business and whatever was going on could not be good.
She shouldn't get involved. But, seeing the girl and the unconscious male, Ara tilted her head,
sensing the girl's aura. It was strong, too strong and mystique to be a human's but not so much of an undead or shifter. Ara felt almost connected and familiar with her, but not bonded as she was with her coven. A slight breeze passed through as she felt it, her energy. The girl before her was not only a hereditary witch like she was, but she must have descended from a long and powerful bloodline of the witches who lived in RiverCrest. This only cause Ara to feel more cautious and worried. It wasn't every day that she was faced to face with another witch, much less one who seemed more vulnerable than usual.
Furrowing her brows, Ara couldn't help but scold herself at the thought of just leaving the girl behind and acting as if she didn't see it. It was obvious to her that the girl needed some sort of well . . help, perhaps? With a deep breathe, Ara quietly stepped a little closer towards the two strangers. "A-are you . . I mean . ., " she cleared her throat a bit, "i-is h-he okay? Are you. . okay?" Her voice was soft and gentle, almost melodic-like, yet a slight hoarse-ness filled her tone, as if she hadn't spoken in forever.
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