A Scribbled Thing

[deathly_dru]

Through waters fearsome we sail, heading for shores afar...

But weather's coming to hail and rain upon our fire.

You won't like children like I do, but you will like them.

Comments

[Private]

[notarabiddog]

[Recognising the writing]

You again. Please, tell me where you are.

Private:

[deathly_dru]

You wouldn't like what I am.

Private

[notarabiddog]

I shall be the one to decide that.

Please.

You know her name.

Re: Private

[deathly_dru]

I know lots of names.

[dominie]

[Curiosity is finally getting the better of him. But he's smart enough to throw up his psychic barriers first.] Can you see them? The threads of probability that are interlaced and woven throughout the ship.

[deathly_dru]

Oh yes...

[dominie]

You follow them quite well. [So well that she seems to become lost along the way.]

[deathly_dru]

Never had any choice, me.

[flashy_magic]

Children? That doesn't exactly sound like 'waters fearsome' to me.

[deathly_dru]

They're not what's fearsome.

[flashy_magic]

Right. It's these 'waters'.

[thegooddrjones]

Children?

[deathly_dru]

Children...

[thegooddrjones]

Is it meant to be another kid flood, then?

[deathly_dru]

It's not what you've done before...

Private/voice:

[deathly_dru]

"Oh, you don't need one of those..."

Re: Private/voice:

[deathly_dru]

"You can't learn much from splinters."