Dolls and stories... scared of the dark
Michelle's come back from prayer. It's something she does every day, even marching through the rain to the small chapel Parsifal took her to, the first day she was here. It's as much terror and repentance, as devotion. She knows it's not how she should go to God, but it's all she has right now. She's afraid for David, afraid for her brother, afraid for her father and what this will do to him. She's afraid for her unborn child.
Taking a seat in one of the common rooms, she doesn't want to move, she feels something, something strange, butterflies in her belly. Butterflies, it's her first thought, only way to describe the feeling. Butterflies mean a great deal to those in Shiloh. It's a story to be told in the history books of Gilboa.
It's a reminder that David's not here. She doesn't know whether to smile or cry, but either way, it means she's not paying attention as to who may arrive in the room.
[OOC: this is for Phedre, but should anyone else want to wander it, they're more than welcome.]
Taking a seat in one of the common rooms, she doesn't want to move, she feels something, something strange, butterflies in her belly. Butterflies, it's her first thought, only way to describe the feeling. Butterflies mean a great deal to those in Shiloh. It's a story to be told in the history books of Gilboa.
It's a reminder that David's not here. She doesn't know whether to smile or cry, but either way, it means she's not paying attention as to who may arrive in the room.
[OOC: this is for Phedre, but should anyone else want to wander it, they're more than welcome.]