The Grass Might Be Greener On The Other Side (Vasilisa)

The brunette was completely immersed in what she was doing to notice anything around her. Her mind was completely quiet. During this time she was fully in the moment. Just enjoying the subtle nuances of what she was actually doing with her hands. It had been only about a minute and she could start to feel a headache coming on. They had told her about side effects of over use of her abilities, but she had never thought anything of it, besides, she hadn’t even been doing it for that long.

Emma was fighting the urge to stop, but scared of what might happened if she pushed anymore she finally gave up, letting the small handful of dirt fall back to the ground where it had originated. Emma jumped slightly when she heard a voice not too far from her speaking. The girl had snuck up on her, she must have been so zoned out to even notice. She looked at the seemingly harmless girl and tried to muster up a faint smile. “I-I, suppose, uh, I guess.” She said, voice shaky as usual. She gazed back down to the dirt she had been playing with. “I uh, only mean, uh the night is uh, good. I miss the uh, sun.”

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Vasilisa Frost

Emma looked at the girl every so often, but never long enough to maintain eye contact. It was odd. She felt so...naked without her glasses on. And although she was tempted to put them back on she knew it would seem weird to do so now, especially with no real need for her to do it. She was accustomed to the looks she would get from wearing them inside all the time, but that never got to her, because she actually needed them then. Now was her only time to free her eyes and now all she wanted to do was hide them again.

She listened as the girl spoke. She regretted instantly what she had said earlier. The girl would only as question and although Emma was fully aware of the fact that everyone here had abilities she never felt comfortable explaining her own. "I-I can never enjoy it anymore." She mumbled quietly more to herself than to the girl. California one of the best places to live if you really want the sun. California the place she had lived her entire life and thoroughly enjoyed the sun everyday. And now, she would never be able to enjoy it in its entirety again, and for that she was heartbroken. Hearing the girl speak about it just made her sadness even more apparent.

The brunette looked warily at the girls extended hand. She reached out slowly and delicately shook it. "I'm Emma." She said with a half smile, she blinked a few times feeling her eyes begin to adjust to the darker atmosphere.

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Vasilisa Frost

Emma jumped a little at the sound of the girl’s voice. She had hoped the girl hadn’t heard her, but considering the question, she assumed she had. Darn. How could she explain something that she herself fully didn’t even understand? The brunette tend to forget where she was every so often, and this time was no exception.

Emma let out a sigh, frustrated with herself, and the situation. Not with her and Vasilisa, no. The fact that she was here in the first place was more than enough to upset her. She missed Sister Margaret. She missed her kitchen, and all the kids that cycled through. She missed her home. Maybe, Sister Margaret didn’t want her anymore, just like her parents didn’t want her anymore.

Emma fought back tears as she tried to shake the thought. Her grey eyes were focused on the view in front of her, “My eyes are sensitive to the sun now.” She said, voice unsteady. She lowered her head. “Sometimes, uh, sunglasses don’t even help.” She shut her eyes tightly, recalling the first time she felt the pain. It was as though someone had poured boiling water on them. She heard herself screaming, the pain was unbearable. A shiver ran up her spine, she couldn’t look at the girl next to her.

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Vasilisa Frost

Silence passed between the two of them. It was weird. She enjoyed the girl’s company. Even in the silence they shared. She wasn’t…overbearing. It was a bit refreshing from other encounters she had since she has been here. Emma kept her eyes trained ahead, admiring the view. She heard Vasilisa reply with a simple oh. She hadn’t expected much really. She wouldn’t know what to say, she still doesn’t. “It’s okay.” Was all she offered in return. It wasn’t the girls fault that she could be blinded by the sun, nor there being anyway for her to know. She didn’t fault the girl. If anyone was to blame would be her parents, right? How do you bring a child into this world only to abandon it and curse it with such a thing?

The sky was darker now, and yet Emma could see everything perfectly. It was so crisp, so clear. Just like it had been during the day. Was she to become nocturnal now? That would solve a lot of her problems. Sleep during the day, be awake at night. It would help with people too, there would be fewer people up when she was up. That could work. Maybe she could talk to some of her teachers about that. No more dreaded morning classes. Yeah. That could work.

Emma looked at the girl when she spoke again. Ice? How interesting. She listened intently as the girl rambled on about her power. A faint smile appeared. “You, er,” She bit her lip. “You really think that’s true?” She asked. Was there really something greater heading her way?

For the first time in a long time, and definitely for the first time since she had gotten here (about a week ago) Emma was starting to feel a bit better about her new situation. She watched as the girl stood and asked about getting some food. Great. She recalled the two instances in which result in food being thrown at her in the university cafeteria. “Ummm.” She considered the offer. She felt rude to decline, but at the same time her anxiety grew thinking about it. Maybe it was time to take some risks. “A-are we aloud of campus? Cause, I-I um, really don’t want to go to the dining hall here.”

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Vasilisa Frost