[ They close their eyes and concentrate. It's almost tangible, the shifting of their mind, the movement of those briars that protects their inner world. One by one, the strings begin to shimmer and fade. First those to other teams, then to the physical places they've tended. It takes a little longer to let go of their tethers to Bluebell, to Harmony, Fantasia, Crescendo. Longer and harder than that is letting go of the thread that leads towards Rubato's room. Until finally, finally, there is just the thread reaching from their heart to his. The wind picks up, cool and crisp, as that line fades as well. ]
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featherduster) wrote2023-06-15 02:30 pm
Re: Night 85, late