"Go ahead then, finish the job he started," she spits vehemently at Coyote. "Do you think I care?"
She will not cry, not in front of them, she tells herself-- her weak, mortal powerless self, now once more everything that she had sought the Dark to avoid, so long ago.
So long ago--
(he beat and beat and beat with his wings)
--with horror, she realizes that she cannot even remember that time clearly, now. Only the sense of someone -- herself? --looking up at the night sky once, and seeing (black feathers?) no stars anywhere.
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Date: 2006-06-19 02:48 am (UTC)She will not cry, not in front of them, she tells herself-- her weak, mortal powerless self, now once more everything that she had sought the Dark to avoid, so long ago.
So long ago--
(he beat and beat and beat with his wings)
--with horror, she realizes that she cannot even remember that time clearly, now. Only the sense of someone -- herself? --looking up at the night sky once, and seeing (black feathers?) no stars anywhere.