[The eleven-year-old staggers under the weight of an iron cauldron with pink flowers enameled on the sides. It seems rude to complain when she did ask for a flower pot, but she's not sure how much use this one will be for what she intended.
She's not even sure she can get it back to the rooms.]
F;
[Cheria stands with both hands pressed agains the curved glass wall of an observatory, shivering a little as she watches the nighttime sea. The flickering lights of swimming creatures should be beautiful, are beautiful, but the chills wont go away.
They need help. She's as sure of that as she's been of anything in her life.
She'll die if she goes out there. She's just as sure of that.
A cough worms its way up her throat, then another, like an agreement. She pulls her hands from the glass and hugs herself.]
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[The eleven-year-old staggers under the weight of an iron cauldron with pink flowers enameled on the sides. It seems rude to complain when she did ask for a flower pot, but she's not sure how much use this one will be for what she intended.
She's not even sure she can get it back to the rooms.]
F;
[Cheria stands with both hands pressed agains the curved glass wall of an observatory, shivering a little as she watches the nighttime sea. The flickering lights of swimming creatures should be beautiful, are beautiful, but the chills wont go away.
They need help. She's as sure of that as she's been of anything in her life.
She'll die if she goes out there. She's just as sure of that.
A cough worms its way up her throat, then another, like an agreement. She pulls her hands from the glass and hugs herself.]