Post by Papatuanuku on Aug 20, 2021 19:26:47 GMT
I wasn't planning on posting in my Confessional anymore, but since my jury vote will be formatted in a very special, unique way, I thought it'd be pertinent to do one more chapter--or rather, an Epilogue. Because why not?
So back in July, Hathy wrote an incredibly sweet story that melted my heart. Since I'm voting for Maat and Hathy and I wanted to be creative with my vote (like Eagle was in the last game), I decided to do a "sequel" to her story, where the beautiful goddess (me) and her poppy children (I might have a little bit of baby fever) are not only walking through a field of flowers, but they have a little "ceremony" of sorts to reveal my vote. I hope it means as much to her as it does to me. And to make my vote make more sense to everybody else, I thought I should share the original here. Enjoy.
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They trailed behind her like a bright red tail, weaving through the tall flowers and occasionally getting distracted. Murmuring and squealing, they argued over trivial things - who was mother's favorite, who had the brightest hair, and who looked the most like mother. They all had her bright red hair, her sparkling emerald eyes, and her scattered freckles, but they would argue anyway. The chattering grew until she stopped suddenly, causing a toppling domino effect on the procession following her. A series of groans and mumbles came from behind as the disoriented children slowly sat up. Looking into his teary eyes, she picked Liam up and gave his hair a quick ruffle. "You all are my little poppies", she said, looking each one in the eye and then giving each a peck on the cheek. The little procession continued through the field of flowers; a tail of beaming poppies following a beautiful goddess.
So back in July, Hathy wrote an incredibly sweet story that melted my heart. Since I'm voting for Maat and Hathy and I wanted to be creative with my vote (like Eagle was in the last game), I decided to do a "sequel" to her story, where the beautiful goddess (me) and her poppy children (I might have a little bit of baby fever) are not only walking through a field of flowers, but they have a little "ceremony" of sorts to reveal my vote. I hope it means as much to her as it does to me. And to make my vote make more sense to everybody else, I thought I should share the original here. Enjoy.
. . .
They trailed behind her like a bright red tail, weaving through the tall flowers and occasionally getting distracted. Murmuring and squealing, they argued over trivial things - who was mother's favorite, who had the brightest hair, and who looked the most like mother. They all had her bright red hair, her sparkling emerald eyes, and her scattered freckles, but they would argue anyway. The chattering grew until she stopped suddenly, causing a toppling domino effect on the procession following her. A series of groans and mumbles came from behind as the disoriented children slowly sat up. Looking into his teary eyes, she picked Liam up and gave his hair a quick ruffle. "You all are my little poppies", she said, looking each one in the eye and then giving each a peck on the cheek. The little procession continued through the field of flowers; a tail of beaming poppies following a beautiful goddess.