The air felt greasy and cold around Mara suddenly; her ears itched, as if she was straining to hear something horribly unpleasant that was just out of range. "Nightingales. I heard them...something's wrong...."
The feeling faded to a faint chill after a few very long and ugly moments. She sat there trying to catch her breath, vaguely aware of the girl with flowers in her hair sitting down next to them.
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[Mara] Children of the waters (tag Tommy, Molly, open)
Date: 2006-05-05 06:59 pm (UTC)The feeling faded to a faint chill after a few very long and ugly moments. She sat there trying to catch her breath, vaguely aware of the girl with flowers in her hair sitting down next to them.