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Each step that she takes along the streets increases the weight of her burden. The crowds clear a path for her as she approaches them, her face a deathly hue. ~ "Mommy, why's that birdie in her arms? Why's she so pale?" ~ The bright inquisitive voice is immediately hushed by her alarmed parent. But it is too late; Mistral has heard her...
Yes, why is Isabeau in my arms...through my neglect and Larry's recklessness, of course... this is Luthor's punishment to me for not giving her up when the time was right... he would have treated her better than I did... ~ Her eyes can tear no more; they blink uncontrollably and she stoops down before the little girl.
"This is Isabeau... she was my darling... was..." ~ she repeats softly, gazing with love at the hawk ~ "We had the most wonderful times, despite our short acquaintance..." ~ Abruptly, she stops and gets up, ignoring everyone else again.
As she continues towards her destination, the clear voice rings in the air...~"Are you sure she's dead?...She still looks alive...well, just a little..." ~
(ooc: Okay, will be back in 5-6 hours' time, as I said in my earlier post.)
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