Lately, Viola has had her eyes on the sky. She would have never guessed that her patronus would turn out to be a creature so effortlessly free. If you had asked her a month ago, she would have guessed something miserable and small and scared, like a mouse or a mole. Now, as she wanders along the Riverwalk, she looks up at the birds and wonders what lessons she can learn about herself from them.
As if by magic, a murmuration of blackbirds—a flock of her soul—swirls into sight. She pulls her heavy headphones from her ears and lets them dangle around her neck, listening instead for blackbird song. The charming chirping builds as she follows the flock along the path, rising into a crescendo until it coagulates into something different. She has only the foggiest sense that what she is hearing is not the melodious warble of bird song but a loud, insidious buzzing deep in her ears.
She's entranced and only vaguely aware that she is following these blackbirds somewhere. She'd follow them anywhere——a jerk at her collar stops her. Light as she is, she lurches back a step and blinks back into reality inches from the icy Greentooth River. She looks over her shoulder to see Wyatt standing there and she's really not sure if he is supposed to be with her, or not. "I—" She doesn't know what to say, so she doesn't try, just yet. A confused, frustrated expression passes over her features, crinkling her brow and drawing her eyes into flat, suspicious slits.
"Have you ever heard of Franz Mesmer?" Viola asks, after an uncomfortably long beat.
RIVERWALK: Viola & Wyatt
As if by magic, a murmuration of blackbirds—a flock of her soul—swirls into sight. She pulls her heavy headphones from her ears and lets them dangle around her neck, listening instead for blackbird song. The charming chirping builds as she follows the flock along the path, rising into a crescendo until it coagulates into something different. She has only the foggiest sense that what she is hearing is not the melodious warble of bird song but a loud, insidious buzzing deep in her ears.
She's entranced and only vaguely aware that she is following these blackbirds somewhere. She'd follow them anywhere——a jerk at her collar stops her. Light as she is, she lurches back a step and blinks back into reality inches from the icy Greentooth River. She looks over her shoulder to see Wyatt standing there and she's really not sure if he is supposed to be with her, or not. "I—" She doesn't know what to say, so she doesn't try, just yet. A confused, frustrated expression passes over her features, crinkling her brow and drawing her eyes into flat, suspicious slits.
"Have you ever heard of Franz Mesmer?" Viola asks, after an uncomfortably long beat.