She is still kneeling, head bowed and hands clenched tightly in the green grass. At his touch, however, she jerks away, nearly falling-- and then scrambles to her feet, taking a shaky step back away from the two of them.
"What -- what have you--"
The voice is the same, soft and light and musical, but with nothing of chill to it, even in her fright and anger. Blue eyes are welling with tears.
"-- what have you done to me?"
Everything is warm around them -- especially because of Coyote's fire, perhaps. It is a beautiful summer evening, really.
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Date: 2006-06-19 02:16 am (UTC)"What -- what have you--"
The voice is the same, soft and light and musical, but with nothing of chill to it, even in her fright and anger. Blue eyes are welling with tears.
"-- what have you done to me?"
Everything is warm around them -- especially because of Coyote's fire, perhaps. It is a beautiful summer evening, really.
For some.