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Posted on October 1, 2013 at 03:02:24 AM by salem
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Salem was drawn in by the prospect of it all. She had just been given permission to question authority—that was what she had wanted all along, after all. She had been questioning the very practice of having an authority figure from the very start. She’d been wondering at it, fighting against it since she was a mere child, and now it was welcomed. What a strange concept it was. The creature was more than excited about it all. Her tail swished lowly at her haunches, and her eyes sparked ever so slightly. They were peculiar, pale and bright in the morning light. The creature turned to look Tesseract in the face with a simple nod. That was all she really had to offer, that nod. It was something she couldn’t help—excitement. Salem was sick of watching them come and go, and maybe that was why she would hold onto her little thread of hope. Tesseract could be that thread of hope. Yes, hope was that strong feeling, the spark that would light the fire in her abdomen. She could do that. She could embrace it all. It was a big promise, but hope kept her going. Hope would keep her alive for this one. Hope was what did it. “If you last until fall, the ones that have been here since the start will appreciate you more than you’ll ever know.” There it was, the first speculation. The expression on the ghost’s lips said one thing, and one thing only-- you’ve got yourself a deal. my name is blue canary |
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