Mini hiatus until Sunday 17th
I’m back and I’ll be replying to things tonight! <3
Ten years was a long time, but Ariadne was old enough now to realize how quickly it would pass. A teenager might view 25 as years away, but she swore that time just sped up after a quarter of a century, and before she knew it, it’d be ‘late thirties’ territory.
Not that it mattered in the slightest, of course.
Because in ten years, she’d be happy, as so often it turned out that happiness was entirely self determined, and Ariadne would never return to the days of her childhood when someone else tried to take that from her. She’d like to be set up with a little more stability, in theory, although maybe ten years from now she wouldn’t want that. After all, there was still a whole world to discover.
Maybe there’d be someone in her life, maybe there wouldn’t. Either way, there would be friends, there would be art and music and building both in reality and her own dreams, even if no one was paying for it any more.
No matter what, no matter how much time passed, Ariadne knows one thing for certain.
She would never stop dreaming.