[OPEN] we're underneath a thousand shining stars

[nowingsyet]

Who: NONA1 and YOU.
Where: All around the carnival.
When: Before going into The Matrix, at night.
What: NONA1 dances in the moonlight to ease robo stress. Gets robo feels.
Warnings: N/A.


NONA1 couldn't explain if was nerves about moving to a new place, a place were there was artificial life like her own, or the fact her systems were getting unused and needing 'a test' of sorts. (Plus it's a beautiful night out, the carnival always had these stunning nights filled with fae energy.) So in the moonlight near her trailer, she begins to dance. Feeling the energies of the night, letting her metal limbs nail each movement gracefully and perfectly.

These are usually the forms taken for a ritual done by her tribe of fae in the dead of night. It was for protection against those that would harm them in the night. At least that is what she was taught. She remembers to steps taught by one of her creator, clumsy and graceless. But NONA1 paid attention to it nonetheless.

Her movements slow, and she stops.

They are gone... every one of them.

Comments

[nowingsyet]

Not long since I was created.

And she doesn't mean 'since she was a child' neither.

[sunflowerfields]

"Created...?" That's certainly an interesting way of putting it, but Hinawa has noticed that people here have very different ways of looking at things, after all. "You've been doing this since you were very young then, I take it!"

...That doesn't mean she still isn't going to miss the point entirely.

[nowingsyet]

She has a monotone way of speaking, she occasionally does not blink. NONA1 isn't natural in any sense of the word.

Ever since I could record it on my banks, yes.