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His crown lit up the way as we moved slowly
You extend a careful hand to the grumbling gourd, still somewhat uncertain as to whether or not it will decide to nip your fingers off. "Didn' expect t'be there," you admit, pulling a face at her smirk and shaking your salt-and-pepper head. "Jack sweet talked me int'a it, promisin' a short an' uneventful adventure." Very dignified, you make sure to put air quotes around the last part of this statement.
Melita's purpose catches your breath in your throat, a silent curse exhaled as you realized you forgot poor Eloise. With a soft grunt you settle into the sand beside her, admiring the lantern and looking chagrined. "That's right. I'll hafta do hers, too," you mutter softly, running your hand through your hair.
Holding up your own paper lantern which is painted in a pattern of serpentine scales, you shrug. "James." Whether or not she knows (knew) him isn't important to you. "You know Elo well?"
Melita's purpose catches your breath in your throat, a silent curse exhaled as you realized you forgot poor Eloise. With a soft grunt you settle into the sand beside her, admiring the lantern and looking chagrined. "That's right. I'll hafta do hers, too," you mutter softly, running your hand through your hair.
Holding up your own paper lantern which is painted in a pattern of serpentine scales, you shrug. "James." Whether or not she knows (knew) him isn't important to you. "You know Elo well?"
Past the wondering eyes
of the ones that were left behind
of the ones that were left behind
