Jan 15, 2010 00:56
[She is standing on the Plane, alone. No bar or beach or even her recently familiar black gown. It has been replaced by something softer, a pale shimmering lavender silk that seems to pool and get lost in the dark of the Plane. She is holding an odd collection of light in her hands, lost in thought as it pulls at her mind and her middle compelling action.
She simply stares at it, fingers curling slightly]
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