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| Livia Meiland | Feb 28 2008, 01:31 AM |
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Livia's eyebrows raised, Natara wouldn't see them, she was facing away. Why they kidnapped children? She didn't have the answer, no-one did, everyone came up with their own reason. "Let me ask you something, you grew up in a 'lovely' household, you've experienced more than most children our age do. And suddenly you wake up and you can move things, and you can read peoples minds. Your parents may have been quiet, but talk to some of the other kids like us at the house, hear their stories. How do you think my parent's would have reacted? What if somebody who didn't really know us got wind of our conditions? What do you think they'd do to us? Little kids and self absorbed people dream of superheros and villains, but do you really thin it would be the same if their dreams were real? I can't give you an answer, formulate your own. Cathriss gives us a family that understands us, Cathriss takes care of us, and protects us, you'll see." He face was hot, people and their empty heads irritated her, dreams weren't something to fiddle with. She disliked the idea of being someones hope and wish. Her head hung low and her feet were moving more slowly. She even yawned at one point. "It's late, we'll get there soon and then we can sleep. Pick yourself a bedroom or somewhere to sleep. Personally I like the parlor, with a window cracked open to let in the soft wind. As for the job, talk to Somerled about that, if he hasn't died from not moving. That kid reads way too much." The tree's were thinning out, and the brush was getting less dense. Her pants fell back down to her feet hemmed. "We're getting closer, you should see the manor soon enough." |
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