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Orual · 06-18-2003, 06:42 PM

Dôranna hung at the outside of the activity, fingering the torn hem of her shirt and whispering softly to herself. She knew that she must look mad, standing around with her mouth moving and no one else about, but she really didn't care just then. She was talking to her father. Apologizing for not understanding. She understood now.

Her leg felt like it was on fire, and the ache spread everywhere in her body. Her very hair seemed to hurt. But worst of all was the tightness in her chest, and that did not come from any physical wounds she had taken.

She knelt by Haven's body, stroking the girl's blood-matted hair. Eru, but it wasn't fair. She had been a child. The Elf's eyes filled with tears, which dropped onto Haven's face, cold but strangely peaceful in death. Her breath started to come unevenly, until finally she fell forward on her face and wept until there were no more tears.

Wiping her face with her filthy hands, and realizing that nothing was coming of it but mud, she glanced at the other wounded, dying. Her face contorted with pain, until she was able to control herself, and she whispered, "Hiruvalyë hîdh ab 'wanath." They all deserved peace for what they had given.

Dôranna wandered off to try and collect herself when she heard Lanbriel calling for her and Turos. She walked slowly over to the girl, who was by Desolyn. Bleeding her life away. Tears sprang afresh into Dôranna's eyes, but she forced them down. Kneeling beside Lanbriel, she put an arm around the girl's shoulders, more to comfort herself than from any indication that Lanbriel needed it. She said nothing, but felt better for the girl's presence.

06-18-2003, 06:42 PM	#156
Orual Speaker of the Dead Join Date: Oct 2002 Location: Superbia Posts: 868	Dôranna hung at the outside of the activity, fingering the torn hem of her shirt and whispering softly to herself. She knew that she must look mad, standing around with her mouth moving and no one else about, but she really didn't care just then. She was talking to her father. Apologizing for not understanding. She understood now. Her leg felt like it was on fire, and the ache spread everywhere in her body. Her very hair seemed to hurt. But worst of all was the tightness in her chest, and that did not come from any physical wounds she had taken. She knelt by Haven's body, stroking the girl's blood-matted hair. Eru, but it wasn't fair. She had been a child. The Elf's eyes filled with tears, which dropped onto Haven's face, cold but strangely peaceful in death. Her breath started to come unevenly, until finally she fell forward on her face and wept until there were no more tears. Wiping her face with her filthy hands, and realizing that nothing was coming of it but mud, she glanced at the other wounded, dying. Her face contorted with pain, until she was able to control herself, and she whispered, "Hiruvalyë hîdh ab 'wanath." They all deserved peace for what they had given. Dôranna wandered off to try and collect herself when she heard Lanbriel calling for her and Turos. She walked slowly over to the girl, who was by Desolyn. Bleeding her life away. Tears sprang afresh into Dôranna's eyes, but she forced them down. Kneeling beside Lanbriel, she put an arm around the girl's shoulders, more to comfort herself than from any indication that Lanbriel needed it. She said nothing, but felt better for the girl's presence. __________________ "Oh, my god! I care so little, I almost passed out!" --Dr. Cox, "Scrubs"