The lawn in front of the school, Sunday night
Sunday, December 11th, 2011 02:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Claudia hit the ground with a soft whump and blinked into the dirt. She looked up just in time to catch the last of the clouds disappearing on the horizon.
There was a horizon again! She remembered horizons. Horizons were good.
She remembered the rest of it, and not sure where the urge came from, she focused in on it nonetheless, remembering her dorm room and her friends and the town, her brother and their parents and Artie and the Warehouse and Myka and Pete and their families and Leena and Mrs. Frederick and everything else she could think of.
It took awhile, that much remembering. But for the first time in what felt like ages, Claudia figured she had awhile to spare.
[ooc: sure, it can be open, why not?]
There was a horizon again! She remembered horizons. Horizons were good.
She remembered the rest of it, and not sure where the urge came from, she focused in on it nonetheless, remembering her dorm room and her friends and the town, her brother and their parents and Artie and the Warehouse and Myka and Pete and their families and Leena and Mrs. Frederick and everything else she could think of.
It took awhile, that much remembering. But for the first time in what felt like ages, Claudia figured she had awhile to spare.
[ooc: sure, it can be open, why not?]