03-17-2008, 06:06 AM
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Dusk and dawn are when the ghosts come out, the
shade between life and death being thinnest, as the
stories say. Another effect, in the hazy
snow-clouded sunrise, was the loosening of emotion. A kind
of pent-up outrage was expressing itself, quite to
her surprise. Outrage at all kinds of things, the
things that had driven her to fear and the things
that didn't seem to understand the way the world
should be. But this, this was another world, so far
removed that actions here didn't seem to matter.
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Dusk and dawn are when the ghosts come out, the
shade between life and death being thinnest, as the
stories say. Another effect, in the hazy
snow-clouded sunrise, was the loosening of emotion. A kind
of pent-up outrage was expressing itself, quite to
her surprise. Outrage at all kinds of things, the
things that had driven her to fear and the things
that didn't seem to understand the way the world
should be. But this, this was another world, so far
removed that actions here didn't seem to matter.
She'd come here to think and to clear her mind, but
the opposite had happened. A bad mood pervaded her
features, creasing and dulling them, the scars in
the snow testament to where her paws had raked at
it unecessarily. The girl had been born with a lack
of logic, an inherent contradiction, and
illogically now when she laid eye upon the
incognito stranger all she saw was the interruption
and so, outlet for her frustration. No lack of
perspective could make her lose her nervous
tendency so she kept her distance as she scooped up
another hand of snow and heaved it his way. It
scattered in the air, and the fragments dazzled
her, seeming nearly as bright as the sun she'd come
to see.