She was flying on white wings and remembering her favorite poem from Yeats. It was the one that brought her to tears nowadays--but they weren't bad tears. (Come away oh human child) She could see fish swimming under the water. (To the waters and the wild) And she thought that gliding was a little like falling sideways. (For the world's more full of weeping) And she knew this was impossible, but it was also the first time since this whole horrible thing started--maybe since the demon had torn into her--she was away from her body and her pain and the world and at something vaguely resembling peace. (Than you can understand)
/Can I stay up here? Please? I'm really not very good at the whole people thing./
Someone was shaking her out of it, like shaking her out of a dream. Gentle concern...why? /No, please, wait, I want to stay./ But they were persistent, and finally she blinked slowly and started coming out of the trance.
Tears tracked down her face again for a moment. /Goodbye...I have to go now..../
She was aware suddenly that she was cold, stiff from standing in one position for a long time, and that her feet were sore. She gasped and staggered a little, almost collapsing. Orrie jumped up and started pawing at her legs delightedly.
/How long was I gone?/ she thought dizzily, trying to get her bearings before looking up at the person with her.
/People/ with her. The young dark-haired man next to her...and Charlie, hovering in the background for some reason...her head was in a fog, was that suspicion? Why?...peering at them.
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[Mara] Jonathan Livingston's student (tag Chris, open)
Date: 2006-04-28 06:14 pm (UTC)(Come away oh human child)
She could see fish swimming under the water.
(To the waters and the wild)
And she thought that gliding was a little like falling sideways.
(For the world's more full of weeping)
And she knew this was impossible, but it was also the first time since this whole horrible thing started--maybe since the demon had torn into her--she was away from her body and her pain and the world and at something vaguely resembling peace.
(Than you can understand)
/Can I stay up here? Please? I'm really not very good at the whole people thing./
Someone was shaking her out of it, like shaking her out of a dream. Gentle concern...why? /No, please, wait, I want to stay./ But they were persistent, and finally she blinked slowly and started coming out of the trance.
Tears tracked down her face again for a moment. /Goodbye...I have to go now..../
She was aware suddenly that she was cold, stiff from standing in one position for a long time, and that her feet were sore. She gasped and staggered a little, almost collapsing. Orrie jumped up and started pawing at her legs delightedly.
/How long was I gone?/ she thought dizzily, trying to get her bearings before looking up at the person with her.
/People/ with her. The young dark-haired man next to her...and Charlie, hovering in the background for some reason...her head was in a fog, was that suspicion? Why?...peering at them.