Sep 03, 2011 17:46
[The blackberry feed shows a small girl, red-eyed, golden-haired, and utterly still. You might be forgiven for mistaking her for the dead when she finally does sit up, eyes going from distant and achingly empty to- well, still pained, but with more than a hint of alarm.] ...Excuse me, but-- where is this? It's... not where I think I'm supposed to be, and I think my familiar is too far away... [She looks down at her hands for a moment- if you get the impression she's had it hard, well, you're only too right. She seems so fragile, almost shrinking in on herself as she speaks.] Thank you.
plot: titanic,
fate testarossa