Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-43394520-20191010203841/@comment-174.6.16.240-20191016021549

Amber sighed. She had pulled her ponytail out, and finger combed through her hair, and now it tumbled down her back, the golden parts glinting in the light of the setting sun. She was on the top of a tall rock, that jutted out of the hillside near the hideout.

For once, she longed to be with the black swan. She'd always been too busy working to topple them, she had never stopped to imagine what her life would be like if they hadn't abandoned her. She would be happy, and not working all day in a cramped room, and she would have friends and not have to hide herself.

She hated the black swan for ruining her life. But she wished she could have a life like Sophie Foster. The last and most sucessful project. Project moonlark. Amber stopped to wonder. Sophie was mostly reffered to as 'the moonlark' in the neverseen. She could hear all the voices that had said it, all their venom and hate, echo around her head. But. . . if the black swan had made her, was she a moonlark?

It was too complicated. Amber closed her eyes, and pushed those thoughts as far away as possible, out, out, out with her mental fingers.

''Hello? Were those your thoughts?''

Amber jumped as Sophie Foster's voice echoed about her head.

-Chloe