I woke up on the train as well. Nothing here is familiar to me, but on my way here I kept seeing glimpses of things I half-recognized. I thought I saw one of my sisters, before.
[ Her eyes threaten to well up again and she swipes at them furiously in an attempt to end this unwanted display of weakness. A Nightsister does not cry where others can see, certainly. She trusts Cal, but this place has them both terribly unbalanced.
His commentary makes her recall the half-eaten and now half-melted ice cream she'd put down beside her and she picks it back up with a growing suspicion. She sniffs the cup of melting ice cream and dips a finger into the rainbow sherbet side, then touches it to her tongue only to be immediately stricken by the desire to cling to Cal again. ]
Oh. Oh, dear. No, I do not think we should eat any more ice cream, though this rainbow kind does seem to make me less likely to burst into inappropriate tears.
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[ Her eyes threaten to well up again and she swipes at them furiously in an attempt to end this unwanted display of weakness. A Nightsister does not cry where others can see, certainly. She trusts Cal, but this place has them both terribly unbalanced.
His commentary makes her recall the half-eaten and now half-melted ice cream she'd put down beside her and she picks it back up with a growing suspicion. She sniffs the cup of melting ice cream and dips a finger into the rainbow sherbet side, then touches it to her tongue only to be immediately stricken by the desire to cling to Cal again. ]
Oh. Oh, dear. No, I do not think we should eat any more ice cream, though this rainbow kind does seem to make me less likely to burst into inappropriate tears.