03-11-2009, 12:10 AM
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Geneva sighed, shaking her pen as it marked the page errantly. It seemed that it had run out of juice. She jabbed it into the page frustratedly before giving up. She rested it on the floor next to the journal, flicking it closed with a moment from her fingers. Now she just closed her eyes and reflected on the last few days and weeks. So much had changed in so little time. Would life ever slow? She wasn't sure she wanted it to, but she couldn't shake a feeling of helplessness.
She was introspective, synthesizing her experiences. Left to her own devices, she could go for days without speaking to a soul and just reflect. But now was not the time for that, as she tried to figure out how she fit into Phoenix Valley. She had tried to make herself useful, but the rain had chased away the thoughts she had concerning working outdoors.
She turned onto her back to contemplate the ceiling of the ranch. Her eyes traced wood grain patterns as she heard a voice. Turning her head, lime green eyes flashed to a brown female who mumbled over a journal of her own. Without rising, she intoned softly, "Who won't accept you?"
She was introspective, synthesizing her experiences. Left to her own devices, she could go for days without speaking to a soul and just reflect. But now was not the time for that, as she tried to figure out how she fit into Phoenix Valley. She had tried to make herself useful, but the rain had chased away the thoughts she had concerning working outdoors.
She turned onto her back to contemplate the ceiling of the ranch. Her eyes traced wood grain patterns as she heard a voice. Turning her head, lime green eyes flashed to a brown female who mumbled over a journal of her own. Without rising, she intoned softly, "Who won't accept you?"