(002) : action : ota
[Tzipporah knows the situations are different.
But that doesn't change that being cooped up here makes her feel very much like she's back in Egypt, confined. There's more room here, but there's a weight on her that she can't quite explain. It's nothing serious-- worry about her family, questions about the Mist, frustration with the system she's found herself in.
There's no room-- or reason-- to dance. But, as she wanders the bottom floor of Joe West, sometimes creeping close enough to the window to peek out before quickly drawing back at the sight of the Strangelings, she does start to sing.
It's very quiet, under her breath, and in Hebrew, but the melody flows.]
But that doesn't change that being cooped up here makes her feel very much like she's back in Egypt, confined. There's more room here, but there's a weight on her that she can't quite explain. It's nothing serious-- worry about her family, questions about the Mist, frustration with the system she's found herself in.
There's no room-- or reason-- to dance. But, as she wanders the bottom floor of Joe West, sometimes creeping close enough to the window to peek out before quickly drawing back at the sight of the Strangelings, she does start to sing.
It's very quiet, under her breath, and in Hebrew, but the melody flows.]