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Jul. 11th, 2010 11:33 pm[And trailing in at the end of the event is a Moa. Friends and family may have heard that she knocked her head and was thus unable to go on the Spero trip, and visitors may have noticed that she was a little more loopy than usual - but still, it wasn't a bad bump, and other than the trip she's been fine.
She is apparently not fine right now. She is in fact just sitting there, on the edge of the bed, crystal in hand. It's hard to see it, but if you turn the volume up there's a bit of sound:
"She must have...[...]...taken. [...] I'm sorry."
There are gulls in the background. Someone sighs and murmurs something meant to be comforting. There is a silence, a silence where things should be said and they aren't, things should be done, but there's no direction to anything. Someone is walking away.
To the uncaring maybe it means nothing. But the ache here is practically tangible. From the crystal, a girl begins to cry.]
She is apparently not fine right now. She is in fact just sitting there, on the edge of the bed, crystal in hand. It's hard to see it, but if you turn the volume up there's a bit of sound:
"She must have...[...]...taken. [...] I'm sorry."
There are gulls in the background. Someone sighs and murmurs something meant to be comforting. There is a silence, a silence where things should be said and they aren't, things should be done, but there's no direction to anything. Someone is walking away.
To the uncaring maybe it means nothing. But the ache here is practically tangible. From the crystal, a girl begins to cry.]
