It takes her a while to get there -- time is different when it isn't spinning endlessly in her thoughts in everything existing direction. She has things she has to do, the sensation of their necessity never displacing her sister from her first thoughts.
But eventually she does, because she should and because she knows she will.
All but hop-skipping along that battlement wall. All but for the silence of her movements. All but for the way her movements are not entirely free of care, or duty. All but for the fact she does not skip on the wall because she never actually touches it.
"The sun descending in the west, the evening star does shine; the birds are silent in their nest. And I must seek for mine. The moon, like a flower in heaven's high bower..." she sang, softly as she came across, poetry from one of their many worlds.
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Date: 2009-06-06 06:52 am (UTC)But eventually she does, because she should and because she knows she will.
All but hop-skipping along that battlement wall. All but for the silence of her movements. All but for the way her movements are not entirely free of care, or duty. All but for the fact she does not skip on the wall because she never actually touches it.
"The sun descending in the west, the evening star does shine; the birds are silent in their nest. And I must seek for mine. The moon, like a flower in heaven's high bower..." she sang, softly as she came across, poetry from one of their many worlds.