Send my muse one of the following, and they’ll respond as a…
☢ evil version of my muse
✿ good version of my muse
◕ older version of my muse
◔ younger version of my muse
♀ gender bent version of my muse
♚ medieval version of my muse
☆ futuristic version of my muse
♞ animal version of my muse
☁ god version of my muse
♈ body swapped version of my muse with yours
“Then that makes two of us.” Gwen grumbled, nudging a stray leaf off of the top of her boot. She guessed she needed to stick with this girl now. There was no excuse for leaving a teenager lost in the woods, now was there?
The small woman strolled up to Pine’s side, “C’mon, we’ll get out of here. If we keep walking, we’re bound to find something familiar eventually.” Gwen paused to give her acquaintance a suspicious look, “What’re you doing all the way out here, anyway?”
“I…” Pine nervously smiled, knowing she would sound completely insane telling the truth. “I live here.” Giving a timid chuckle, the thought of circling her surroundings, like an animal afraid of its predators, crossed her mind. But, she was with a human now, an adult at that, and in fear, Pine knew she had to act ‘normal.’
Gav looked at Pine oddly. “Well…yeah. If I didn’t, do you really think I would believe you were born out of a tree?” She looked back up at the sky, watching the clouds. “I’ve met lots of different creatures and while alot of ‘em are nice, y’gotta watch out for the mean ones.”
Pine couldn’t help but give a half-hearted, quiet laugh to herself. Gavina had a point, a good one. Not to mention, from what she had been able to tell for the last hundred years, Gravity Falls residents seemed to know of the good and the bad creatures that roamed, yet most suddenly were fine with it. That, or they seemed to have forgotten.
“I’ve had tons cross my path as well. Most I’ve met, I run from though… How do you humans survive in this place..?”
“I wish I could live out here. It must be so nice, not having anyone around or having to do stuff.” Gav let out a sigh and she let herself fall backward until she was fully laying in the grass. “Though, to be honest, I would hate to be around all this normal wildlife and without my sweets.” She spit the word ‘normal’ as if it was a rotten piece of food.
“You know of… Other wildlife?” Pine questioned, gasping innocently, wanting to know what she meant, but also needing to know how much Gavina had seen.
She watched the girl as she fell back, full of hope, but distraught. Pine had wanted to tell her words of wisdom, or maybe caution, but figured the child wouldn’t have any of it. She had mass amounts of empathy, but she couldn’t show it any other way than a warm smile.
