[p] the lessons that we've learned here

Elody Lykoi · 08-30-2012, 11:00 PM

This post stinks a little like pooooo
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ugh today has been weird...My mom took me shopping (which was out of the blue) and she stole me two shirts--and I was all "wtf mom, why did you do that?" and it's been hectic. So yeah--That was so weird

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The youth had not really considered that perhaps Lowry's dreams and silly wishes would affect much of his travels, not that she was in the right place to judge him. Perhaps she envied that he could dream up whole other words, or bring her to such attention when he told his stories. As small children, she could remember the whole litter falling asleep as the stars came out, and little Lowry telling such great stories, having such a vivid mind. And that was something the girl never thought she would possess, and was just a bit grateful that he could. It never seemed like after the disruption that her dear brother had dwelled in a pot of loathing for the last while, or wallowed away in guilt until things were fixed. Maybe he could tell himself things were okay, perhaps he had more confidence. But it made him strong, even if he didn't act on the right whims. Low' was an author, a poet perhaps. And what wonders did he wish to see? What does the world have for us anyway? What about a safe place, a warm bed? People--people who say they care, and don't turn their backs on us...What else more would matter 'Ree? She stopped, pushing the fringe of dark hair from her eyes, watching him curiously. I don't know yet...Remember those places Dad would sometimes mention? On the east coast somewhere, like, Nova Scotia or something... The young girl had been fortunate enough to find other travelers, to point her in the right direction.

But her heart fell, hearing that he had not encountered their sister. He ears lowered, muttering a quiet Oh. But perhaps Lowry was correct, Helena had to be strong, they had survived their family and pack, hadn't they? Ellie kept her thoughts and mind open, an optimistic outlook wouldn't have her breaking down. Yeah, she'll make it. The Lykoi youth said a little more confidently, reaching up to ruffle his scruffy blonde hair a little. Why don't you tell me a story, brother. Like good old times, don't you think? I also see--You have your own little blade as well. You any good? She kept her voice even, a little more open towards her flesh and blood, after all they had shared a womb, and more than half their lives so far was spent together. It sucked a little that she had not used her head and kept them together, with Helena alone and this unexpected encounter, many things were possible to go wrong.

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