01-05-2008, 12:19 AM
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Nothing to forgive, lovey! Don't even worry about it. ^^ A voice in the distance, like a gunshot in earlier days, in a different empire. Rather than gathering up her own shotgun for personal protection, she set down her book, amusement-residue concentrated about the eyes and lips, and prepared an eyebrow for raising. “Hello?” she answered back, though the situation hadn’t yet demanded abandoning her makeshift bed. Luz hissed at even the slightest shift in this cold weather, for it left the newly exposed skin hissing with warmth-departure, and odd feelings of friction if some stray patch of hair was pressed against its grain. Thus are sloth’s tribulations Yet despite these sensations begging for stillness, she still closed the book and slid it inches away, newly resting on her elbows. “Anyone there?” she asked, perceiving a darkness against the rest of the door’s outline – yet it could have been anything at all. An entirely unfamiliar feeling twinged at her neck. The original owner, perhaps, back to reclaim its rightful home? Someone to uproot her from her comforts? The dagger, hanging from a root against the back wall, offered some small comfort in this respect. Allayed by the thought that invasion could yet be thwarted – if this was indeed invasion – the astronomer tilted her head backwards, chin raised, slight darkness igniting along facial corners. |