10-19-2013, 09:46 AM
[this actually should go before the Fool's post! sorry, i wasn't up late enough to see Liz's post last night]
A flicker of surprise -- happy surprise! -- ricochets through Erich as his packsister stands up. Steps up. Comes right on in the middle of everyone and holds her hand out for the Bone. Which he passes to her solidly, slapping it into her palm as he brushes past her.
Erich goes back to where they'd made their little camp, next door to Desert Oracle. He sits on his butt, knees up and elbows draped over. They do look like brother and sister, and not merely siblings of the spirit. The blond hair, the pale eyes, the height, the features that hark back to some clearer ancestry than merely American Mutt. And Erich is looking at Charlotte at she speaks, smiling, all but aglow with so-evident pride and love and that's my sister!-ness that
when she falters, he nearly leaps out there with her.
Doesn't, though. Bolsters her another way instead: a quick, bright, hard-angled presence suddenly alongside hers in her own mind; his strength quite happily lent to hers.
Go on, sayeth the Erich-thoughts to the Charlotte-mind, don't give up just yet. Say what you have to say. Even if you're disagreeing with everyone else, even if you're disagreeing with me -- say it. Take a deep breath. Sort your head out. I'm right here. You can speak your mind. I know you can.
A flicker of surprise -- happy surprise! -- ricochets through Erich as his packsister stands up. Steps up. Comes right on in the middle of everyone and holds her hand out for the Bone. Which he passes to her solidly, slapping it into her palm as he brushes past her.
Erich goes back to where they'd made their little camp, next door to Desert Oracle. He sits on his butt, knees up and elbows draped over. They do look like brother and sister, and not merely siblings of the spirit. The blond hair, the pale eyes, the height, the features that hark back to some clearer ancestry than merely American Mutt. And Erich is looking at Charlotte at she speaks, smiling, all but aglow with so-evident pride and love and that's my sister!-ness that
when she falters, he nearly leaps out there with her.
Doesn't, though. Bolsters her another way instead: a quick, bright, hard-angled presence suddenly alongside hers in her own mind; his strength quite happily lent to hers.
Go on, sayeth the Erich-thoughts to the Charlotte-mind, don't give up just yet. Say what you have to say. Even if you're disagreeing with everyone else, even if you're disagreeing with me -- say it. Take a deep breath. Sort your head out. I'm right here. You can speak your mind. I know you can.
BECAUSE OF LIGHT AND DUTY AND REASONS.