07-25-2013, 08:58 PM
Something, goodness only knows what aside from it being fairly obvious that it was something one of the other women said, sets Shoshannah's shoulders stiffer, stutters her step, and suddenly she's peeling off. "You know what? Sera can get you into the library, Grace, you don't need me. See you around, or whatever." This is muttered only barely loud enough to hear, and now the Dreamspeaker can't look at either of them. Somehow, she's managed to shrink in on herself, giving her the appearance of a less corporeal waif - so much about her feels like the grave (and sets the hairs on the back of one's neck on edge, gives one shivers and goosebumps) that the visual impression is fairly strong. In truth, if she could she'd just disappear . . .
. . . but she can't, so she does the next best thing. Which is, in this case, all but fleeing (despite the urge to fight - who knows what would happen if she did that here, now) the company she's in and getting to her room as fast as she can. It's quite probably a relief for Grace and Sera when she does.
. . . but she can't, so she does the next best thing. Which is, in this case, all but fleeing (despite the urge to fight - who knows what would happen if she did that here, now) the company she's in and getting to her room as fast as she can. It's quite probably a relief for Grace and Sera when she does.