[Now who went and put this timid creature here where the otherwise mostly fearless little vampire is supposed to be?
Someone that looks just like Flandre is creeping about the house, hunched over with her wings awkwardly folded up against her back like she was hiding from something. Her eyes are still red, but don't glow anymore; she's very much human now.
And therefore everything--everything was bigger and stronger than her and thus scary. Even that shadow over there, or the drones she saw walking by outside or the rectangles of sunlight shining in through the windows. They moved. They moved. THIS WAS SCARY. (Though she did at least get better about flinching away from those.)
Inevitably, she ends up outside--something the drones said about sunshine being good for her. All that did was make Flandre drop in place as soon as the door closed and whenever a car goes by, in the hope it didn't notice her--and then squeak and run for the nearest hiding place.
...granted, she isn't as good at this hiding thing as she could have been, what with those batlike wings sticking out and making her either freeze or go into fits of startled flailing and squeaking when they brushed up against something. She doesn't seem to be as comfortable with them as she was; whereas before they were extra hands, now they were just some...very odd decorations. With nerve endings in them.
Maybe under the porch would be a good place to hide, or maybe against the shed, or maybe in the tree...]
752 Partridge Drive, indoors or out
Someone that looks just like Flandre is creeping about the house, hunched over with her wings awkwardly folded up against her back like she was hiding from something. Her eyes are still red, but don't glow anymore; she's very much human now.
And therefore everything--everything was bigger and stronger than her and thus scary. Even that shadow over there, or the drones she saw walking by outside or the rectangles of sunlight shining in through the windows. They moved. They moved. THIS WAS SCARY. (Though she did at least get better about flinching away from those.)
Inevitably, she ends up outside--something the drones said about sunshine being good for her. All that did was make Flandre drop in place as soon as the door closed and whenever a car goes by, in the hope it didn't notice her--and then squeak and run for the nearest hiding place.
...granted, she isn't as good at this hiding thing as she could have been, what with those batlike wings sticking out and making her either freeze or go into fits of startled flailing and squeaking when they brushed up against something. She doesn't seem to be as comfortable with them as she was; whereas before they were extra hands, now they were just some...very odd decorations. With nerve endings in them.
Maybe under the porch would be a good place to hide, or maybe against the shed, or maybe in the tree...]