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Nov. 1st, 2009 10:20 amSorrow is on her favorite perch, high in the battlements of the castle. She inhales the cool scent of autumn-chilled sea air, smiling faintly. The days would be shorter now, the nights longer, colder, and she looks forward to the snow falling on their world.
After all, she'd loved the pale pink snows that fell here since her father had brought her to the world.
She swings her feet lightly, closing her eyes, breathing deeply. There is peace here she loves, family she is ever thankful for, and a deep sense of home. Though, since everyone had visited for the party here, she's become curious.
Wondering about the waystation some of the family visited, the people they know. She opens her eyes, trying to decide if it's time to leave the castle, visit a place that is not a place. Sorrow misses some of her family, who spend much of their time in their function or there, and it would allow her to be near them again.
Ah, choices.
Sorrow smirks.
Even the tarot have choices.
After all, she'd loved the pale pink snows that fell here since her father had brought her to the world.
She swings her feet lightly, closing her eyes, breathing deeply. There is peace here she loves, family she is ever thankful for, and a deep sense of home. Though, since everyone had visited for the party here, she's become curious.
Wondering about the waystation some of the family visited, the people they know. She opens her eyes, trying to decide if it's time to leave the castle, visit a place that is not a place. Sorrow misses some of her family, who spend much of their time in their function or there, and it would allow her to be near them again.
Ah, choices.
Sorrow smirks.
Even the tarot have choices.
