03-01-2009, 01:27 PM
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  There was a fine line they were walking, one which would remain frail as long as Aurèle had to keep up her façade. She could not risk exposure. For these reasons she continued to play, and did not object to moving the carcass in time with her sister. Once settled on the cold stones, like some pagan altar, she exhaled heavily and watched her breath float away into the bright sky. “Well? I should have something to call them besides flo,” she offered, slipping into their native slang. At that, one of the children (she did not know which one, given they had not yet been named for her) managed to nearly escape the contraption holding him, and began to wiggle furiously to complete the task. “Hey, demiard,” she called out, more to alert her sister then the child. |