Nepeta is one of the last to unboard from the train.
And the moment she doesn't she lets out what sounds like a mix between a strangled cry and hiss and quickly darts back in. God damn, that really was the sun and not some strange artificial light. She rubs at her eyes a bit and just. Sort of stares from the threshold, letting the few others behind her pass on by. What the hell was she suppose to make of this? This had to be some sort of bizarre dream--that was the only explanation considering she had no idea how she had come to be on this train. The sensation of falling, the recollection of an old fairy tale told years past...
Dream. Definitely a dream and the more she tried to make sense of it and what she had been doing before arriving here the foggier her mind seemed to get. She remained where she was, eying the platform with uncertainty and curiosity.
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And the moment she doesn't she lets out what sounds like a mix between a strangled cry and hiss and quickly darts back in. God damn, that really was the sun and not some strange artificial light. She rubs at her eyes a bit and just. Sort of stares from the threshold, letting the few others behind her pass on by. What the hell was she suppose to make of this? This had to be some sort of bizarre dream--that was the only explanation considering she had no idea how she had come to be on this train. The sensation of falling, the recollection of an old fairy tale told years past...
Dream. Definitely a dream and the more she tried to make sense of it and what she had been doing before arriving here the foggier her mind seemed to get. She remained where she was, eying the platform with uncertainty and curiosity.