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She really ought to be getting back to Spira, she knows; a quick dip in the lake to restore her bedraggled entrance state and out the door. But of course, she can't; if she leaves, there's no predicting when she'll return, and she promised Lucy--well.
She promised Lucy.
She's out by the lake, looking out along the tropical inlet; the lake where she Sent the shark, and where the pirate ship once floated. Her staff is across her lap (it's not her favorite, not her staff, and that bothers her) and she's watching the stars flashing in the water; thinking of the stars Yrael showed her. The ones that sang.
Once upon a time she thought Sending would get easier with practice.
Next time--
She promised Lucy.
She's out by the lake, looking out along the tropical inlet; the lake where she Sent the shark, and where the pirate ship once floated. Her staff is across her lap (it's not her favorite, not her staff, and that bothers her) and she's watching the stars flashing in the water; thinking of the stars Yrael showed her. The ones that sang.
Once upon a time she thought Sending would get easier with practice.
Next time--