Thinking (open)
Cimorene is sitting beside the lake. She feels a bit guilty - she should be weeding the beans. But then, she should also be visiting Gareth. She should have slept more. But right now, she is watching the water and running a small, blue rubber ball through her fingers.
It has been a rather extraordinarily bad run of days. But she's of the wrong temperament to cry about it, and all the crises in her power had been dealt with as best they could be. So now she's simply left with trying to sort herself out.
It has been a rather extraordinarily bad run of days. But she's of the wrong temperament to cry about it, and all the crises in her power had been dealt with as best they could be. So now she's simply left with trying to sort herself out.