05-26-2018, 10:28 AM
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Looking at the Starpool simply made him sick these days. Granted, looking at much of anything that reminded him of Starry had that effect, so that wasn’t saying much. His leader’s pendant hung heavily around his neck, a constant reminder of his loss, and when he stopped beside Margy he had the vivid memory of Starry holding it up in delight to show everyone his new tradition. That was only last week. How the fuck had everything gone to hell so fast?
His gaze seemed to lack something — a sense of life, really — as it slid over the stranger, noting her pelt with a pang (Starry would love it), before he greeted flatly, ”Fourteen? If you want help, come back to camp with us. We can fix... that.” Even if they couldn’t save Starry, they could save this girl from her relatively minor wound. Ironic.
His gaze seemed to lack something — a sense of life, really — as it slid over the stranger, noting her pelt with a pang (Starry would love it), before he greeted flatly, ”Fourteen? If you want help, come back to camp with us. We can fix... that.” Even if they couldn’t save Starry, they could save this girl from her relatively minor wound. Ironic.
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