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fandomhighdorms2011-12-11 06:34 pm
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Garden, Sunday Night
Cassidy suddenly found herself opening her eyes back in the gardens and falling on the ground. Confused, she looked around, but the things that had attacked her. As she was getting to her feet, she heard a thought in the wind, or maybe she was imagining things.
*REMEMBER*
Her first thought was of the friends that had been lost here and she thought of them first.
Then she thought of her home. Of Dharo and the people that were her friends and her family. She remembered Devra and Burle. She remembered her brother, Clayton. She thought of Morton and how his smile made her blush and how he wished he liked her like she like him. She remembered the land and how it came to life beneath her hands and feet. She remembered how much she needed to be linked with the land and how the woods or the lakes looked in summer and autumn. She went back to remembering the roads and the fields in Weaver's Field -- in her mind she thought of the pretty houses and the clean storefronts. She remembered and kept coming back to Morton and to Clayton.
She sat down and pressed her hands against the ground to make sure it was being brought back as well and then sighed, leaning back.
Then, she did the thing she had been afraid of doing, afraid that even if she was back, others may have been hurt in the fighting she was sure that happened after how many people were taken away.
She swallowed and sent out a worried call on an open thread.
*Shira? Karla?*
Mother Night, please let them be here, still.
[[OOC: Hping for two or three, but it's open.]]
*REMEMBER*
Her first thought was of the friends that had been lost here and she thought of them first.
Then she thought of her home. Of Dharo and the people that were her friends and her family. She remembered Devra and Burle. She remembered her brother, Clayton. She thought of Morton and how his smile made her blush and how he wished he liked her like she like him. She remembered the land and how it came to life beneath her hands and feet. She remembered how much she needed to be linked with the land and how the woods or the lakes looked in summer and autumn. She went back to remembering the roads and the fields in Weaver's Field -- in her mind she thought of the pretty houses and the clean storefronts. She remembered and kept coming back to Morton and to Clayton.
She sat down and pressed her hands against the ground to make sure it was being brought back as well and then sighed, leaning back.
Then, she did the thing she had been afraid of doing, afraid that even if she was back, others may have been hurt in the fighting she was sure that happened after how many people were taken away.
She swallowed and sent out a worried call on an open thread.
*Shira? Karla?*
Mother Night, please let them be here, still.
[[OOC: Hping for two or three, but it's open.]]
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A pause, like Shira realized she was being too loud and was trying to care.
*CASSIDY! Oh, Mother Night, it's good to have you back!*
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Which meant Alice hadn't, and that Shira wasn't sure how to actually say it.
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*Thank the Darkness! I wasn't sure that my warning went through.* She paused. *But ... if I'm back, then Alice must be back somewhere, too.*
She wouldn't believe any other way until she had proof.
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Alice would just have to understand.
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It would probably not get her out of a scolding from Shira and others, but at least maybe they would understand why she hadn't just run as soon as she realized she was in trouble?
Considering that Alice understood how the Court worked as far as what they had explained to her, she would probably be annoyed if they didn't make sure that Cassidy was fine and unharmed first.
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But there was a smile to the mental words.
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