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Posted on June 23, 2014 at 11:21:25 PM by BIRCH
Birch fights her tears back, too proud to let them fall. Torram would see the devastation the tears had wrought on her olive features and insist on asking all manner of questions. The boy cared for her, was a mix of both son and brother, but... But there were some things, like the exact details of what had occurred in the Garden, that Birch kept even from him. His own adventure had been thrilling, terrifying and wondrous at turns, but he'd bounced back from it with ease. After all, he had said, it wasn't real! But gods above, it had felt real. It was a mark of her distraction that she didn't notice the young woman approaching until she was almost upon her. Birch's head snapped up, her face wary and her eyes full of sadness. The scar across her left eye normally made her look intimidating, now it only emphasized the weary set of her shoulders, the grief she struggled - and failed - to hide.
"I'm sorry, what was that?" Birch said softly, brushing at her face self-consciously despite its lack of tears. Her voice was naturally husky, borderline hoarse, and somewhat deeper than one would expect from a woman, but had lost some of its wild edge without the influence of her Fyren form. She struggled valiantly to regain control of her emotions, to focus in on what was happening. The girl's features seemed vaguely familiar, not altogether known, but... Ah! The realization hit her. The sketch she'd found in the guard's quarters had not done the young woman justice, but it was enough for her to sew the pieces together. This must be the newest pirate, though Birch hadn't paid much attention to the name beneath the vague sketch. She wondered if the girl had met Henry yet, or any of the others... Birch lamented the universe's timing, not for the first time that day or even that hour. Here was a chance to begin her infiltration, to set up the building blocks for her seeming switch from noble guard to pirate. Normally she was good at hiding her emotions, at putting a mask on, but she was raw and hurting, and somehow everything just seemed so much less important. Why should she care about her duty when her heart was so broken and aching? Her shoulders slumped despite her best efforts to keep herself looking even somewhat normal. Could she use her pain, her betrayal, to her advantage? Birch sighed, trying to muster up some emotion other than grief. If nothing else, meeting this girl might help her learn about Henry's whereabouts. At least one family could rest easier, knowing their brother was alive and well. That was something, wasn't it? |
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- SALT WATER VEINS - By SIA July 4, 2014 at 09:47:48 PM
- it's where my demons hide - By BIRCH July 10, 2014 at 09:29:27 PM
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