A Scribbled Thing

[deathly_dru]

Through waters fearsome we sail, heading for shores afar...

But weather's coming to hail and rain upon our fire.

You won't like children like I do, but you will like them.

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[dominie]

[Curiosity is finally getting the better of him. But he's smart enough to throw up his psychic barriers first.] Can you see them? The threads of probability that are interlaced and woven throughout the ship.

[deathly_dru]

Oh yes...

[dominie]

You follow them quite well. [So well that she seems to become lost along the way.]

[deathly_dru]

Never had any choice, me.

[dominie]

Neither did I, this time around. Is it unwelcome? Cherished? A bit of you that simply resides?

[deathly_dru]

Got me in lots of trouble, back when the sun didn't burn...

[dominie]

When the sun didn't burn?

[deathly_dru]

Yes... When I still had pulse.

[dominie]

Ah, yes. I thought you might have meant it went out, it does that from time to time.

Since then, others have been more accepting?

[deathly_dru]

You're all awhirl with broken springs and fairground rides...

Others needed what I could tell them.

[dominie]

[He's not entirely sure what that means, either. But he keeps his psychic barriers up big time.]

They don't need it as frequently as they think they do. It's almost cheating, in it's way.

[deathly_dru]

That's why they need it, silly!