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ellectrical) wrote2013-04-01 12:35 am
ellectrical) wrote2013-04-01 12:35 am
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It's evening outside, and already growing cool enough that someone venturing out onto the lawns might want to bring a sweater or jacket with them.
Elle has neither, but for once doesn't seem to care. She walks across the grass as aimlessly as she did back in Madripoor, with enough speed to suggest she really wants to break out into a run.
But she can't. She can't make herself do it. So she just walks toward the edge of the lake.
Elle has neither, but for once doesn't seem to care. She walks across the grass as aimlessly as she did back in Madripoor, with enough speed to suggest she really wants to break out into a run.
But she can't. She can't make herself do it. So she just walks toward the edge of the lake.