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Open Your Eyes

Time…. Such a fickle thing. She? Yes… She could feel the change that had come over her home. The air that was once cold now held a firey warmth that was beyond comforting. Gold around the stones form like a blanket fell. ………. Strange …… Clearly the gold around her moved… Why was it moving? It fell as of in time with someone’s breath… Breath….. She was drawing breath. Slowly she realized that she had limbs. Lithe hands moved against the gold below her. A smile. Yes she felt a smile cross her.. Face! Slowly her hand touched her face. Next she felt a soft bit atop her head. Hair. A noise just to the left drew her attention. Her head snapped to toward the side. Eyes suddenly opened. And she saw Him. @letdesolationcome

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No Animals Were Harmed

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Rinnah sat curled up in the corner of her cage, not that she wasn’t basically in a corner wherever she chose to sit. The thing was disgustingly undersized, especially for a skinchanger, whose kind were meant to roam to their heart’s content. To her knowledge, though, there were no more others of her kind. She herself had only known her small family, and they were all gone at this point, too.

Sinha had been weak and sickly to begin with, and doubly undesirable with her blindness. Her mother had been too dangerous, surprisingly moreso than her massive husband. Folkvar had the foresight to cooperate to an extent, and did not wish to leave Rinnah, the most compliant of the lot, all alone. Though, he passed soon after his wife. That death was acutally an accident, but she hated the scientists no less for it.

So the small skinchanger sat in her too small cage, knees pulled to her chest, and a void expression on her face. No point in crying any more, and certainly no point in fighting. Rinnah hadn’t fought to begin with, but now she surely wasn’t going to, having lost any shred of will to do so. The sound of nearing footsteps didn’t have any effect other than to cause her to move her arm through the bars. It was time for injections and blood drawing, her internal clock having little interference with its timing when there was nothing else, or no one else, around.

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“I’ve really got to up the security.”

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At Ease

“One two three, one two three, one two three, one two three...”

Things had become easier for Marian since she had been brought to her ‘masters’ home. She was still unhappy at the thought that she was trapped here against her will, but she had managed to find ways to pass the time until she could find a way to get the band off her wrist. Surprisingly enough though, the mirror he had shown her had been a great part of it, able to give her the sewing supplies she needed to make new clothes that fitted her better, a blanket when it became too cold in the library for her liking while reading, and ingredients for the kitchen that she made sure didn’t touch a single page as she got the from the looking glass.

She also kept her word and didn’t put up a struggle when he came to feed. That she wasn’t used to yet however. To simply stand there while the very thing that kept her alive was taken as food, Her ‘name’ was another thing she wasn’t used to yet, Gael. Why on earth of all names had he picked that one? Did it have some special meaning or did he simply like the way it sounded?

Today however, that wasn’t what was on her mind. Nor was the fact that he hadn’t fed today and would be calling for her soon.

Right now she was focused on keeping the right count, staring at her feet, and attempting to make them move in the right way. When ballroom dancing would come in handy she had no clue, but thanks to the mirror she now had a record player with music playing, and a book with a diagram of the steps on a table that had been pushed out of the way so she had room. She knew her from was probably off, and she kept taking either one too many steps or went the wrong way. Why was this so difficult!

Today was the first day she hadn’t worn her normal outfit of pants and the vest/shirt combo. For once she was actually wearing a black skirt and a white whirt she had made herself. She had seen ladies holding a bit of their dress when dancing so pants wouldn’t work for her this time. Standing on the ball of her bare feet, as if she were wearing heels as well, she furrowed her brows as she stared at them. Maybe if she willed them enough she’d finally get the hang of this.

“Come on already, it’s just a box step. I can do this.”

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