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Characters: Cara (feathered_earth) and Seven (seventhspring)
Date/Time: June 12th, early evening?
Location: Elevator platform outside the islands
Rating: G
Summary: Cara tries to catch Seven up
Tucking her journal into her jacket, Cara grabbed her spear and scribbled a quick note for Tatsu, sticking it on the door before heading out and hurrying along the branches to the elevator.
She knew people vanished. She knew they came back... sometimes. When Seven had failed to arrive for their exploration of the Wilderness in February... at first, Cara had hoped she had just forgotten the meeting time or something like that, but as the days went on and there was no word on the journals from her... well, she had reached the conclusion that Seven had vanished. It wasn't a nice thing to think... you could be optimistic and tell yourself that they had probably been returned to where they belonged, but that nagging thought still remained that they were just, well--gone. It was sad. But it happened... part of life.
Now she was back, though, and apparently none the worse for wear. Poor Seven, this was going to be like a bucket of cold water over the head. At least she didn't seem as though Seven had been hurt at all. Just deprived of four months.
Date/Time: June 12th, early evening?
Location: Elevator platform outside the islands
Rating: G
Summary: Cara tries to catch Seven up
Tucking her journal into her jacket, Cara grabbed her spear and scribbled a quick note for Tatsu, sticking it on the door before heading out and hurrying along the branches to the elevator.
She knew people vanished. She knew they came back... sometimes. When Seven had failed to arrive for their exploration of the Wilderness in February... at first, Cara had hoped she had just forgotten the meeting time or something like that, but as the days went on and there was no word on the journals from her... well, she had reached the conclusion that Seven had vanished. It wasn't a nice thing to think... you could be optimistic and tell yourself that they had probably been returned to where they belonged, but that nagging thought still remained that they were just, well--gone. It was sad. But it happened... part of life.
Now she was back, though, and apparently none the worse for wear. Poor Seven, this was going to be like a bucket of cold water over the head. At least she didn't seem as though Seven had been hurt at all. Just deprived of four months.