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Isaura
As the group covers more ground, her spirits improve a little as she pictures herself doing an intricate war-dance, slicing at unexpected angles and stabbing her foes in a single stroke. To her surprise, she finds herself humming a strange melancholic tune and the tears creeping into her eyes.
And then it happens - a flash - The basket drops and overturns, sending the berries rolling on the ground. My heart skips a beat. I run forth... the babe is a ghastly blue. I reach out, speechless with terror as I feel the icy cheeks. Dead! ~ With a cry, she drops her dagger and collapses onto her knees, burying her head in her upraised hands. Now sobbing - from sorrow or bewilderment, she knows not - she desperately tries to stop, knowing that everyone - including that hateful sister of hers - is watching.
"I'm alright." ~ Her voice is snappish, defiant even, before anyone can so much as venture to say anything. Dusting herself off the ground, she snatches the dagger and shoves it back into its scabbard and walks on fiercely.
[ 06-25-2002, 08:18 PM: Message edited by: mistral4543 ]
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