Dorothy's frowning, apparently deep in pensive thought. Rupe, Rufus' little wolf thing, is just chilling by her feet and the miniature horse is pacing anxiously. ]
[He blinks down, surprised, at the sight of the wolf, but doesn't ask about it, instead moving to sit next to her. His own daemon, a wolf with an eyepatch, wanders over to sit between the two of them, sighing as it lays down.]
...I'm sure my mother did. It was a long long time ago.
[And his face falls, his gaze a little distant.]
Its strange, though. I remember he going through it with a comb, and then I...I was just alone, by myself, in the mountains. My hair grew somewhat long, then. But there was no one there for a while to do anything with it.
[He shakes his head - there's even an upturn of his mouth at that.]
I'm okay with talking about it, though. I mean...it was sad to be alone. I can't say it wasn't. But whatever happened that left me alone...I don't think its something I should be glad to forget. The bad things, the good things...they all come together, you know? You can't just throw the bad things away. They had an impact, too.
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Week 5, Friday
Dorothy's frowning, apparently deep in pensive thought. Rupe, Rufus' little wolf thing, is just chilling by her feet and the miniature horse is pacing anxiously. ]
... What a disaster.
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[He blinks down, surprised, at the sight of the wolf, but doesn't ask about it, instead moving to sit next to her. His own daemon, a wolf with an eyepatch, wanders over to sit between the two of them, sighing as it lays down.]
Four people...what happened?
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[ She says this a little weakly, shoulders slumping. ]
I think we'll be lucky if we can find at least one of them, considering how much we'll have to think about tomorrow.
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[Four. Four bodies. What the hell.]
But...we have to. There's no way we can miss this time.
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[ ... Can you imagine if they have to do that again, she doesn't want to-- ]
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[He just glances away. They can't allow that to happen.]
Hey, Dorothy. I know this must be random, but. [A beat.] Can you...braid my hair again?
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You've developed a liking for it? Of course-- here, scoot a bit closer.
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[He hums, as he moves closer - he sure is very sparkly, for whatever reason.]
...Its soothing, you know.
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But Dorothy reaches out to work her fingers through his hair, as comfortably as she had before. ]
Has no one played with your hair before?
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[And his face falls, his gaze a little distant.]
Its strange, though. I remember he going through it with a comb, and then I...I was just alone, by myself, in the mountains. My hair grew somewhat long, then. But there was no one there for a while to do anything with it.
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... You were alone in the mountains, but you don't remember how that happened?
[ He was?? In the mountains??? Alone?????? ]
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[He can't, as hard as he tries.]
I just remember our village, and then it was all gone. And I was the only one left.
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[ Whatever happened, it sounds... fairly painful. ]
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I'm okay with talking about it, though. I mean...it was sad to be alone. I can't say it wasn't. But whatever happened that left me alone...I don't think its something I should be glad to forget. The bad things, the good things...they all come together, you know? You can't just throw the bad things away. They had an impact, too.
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[ And Dorothy says this quietly, making sure the braid is nice and neat. ]
I'd rather not forget the painful memories, either. I don't think I would be myself if I did.