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wrongkindofsith) wrote2010-05-21 01:01 pm
wrongkindofsith) wrote2010-05-21 01:01 pm
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Somewhere in the Preserve, Thursday Evening
Cara could take a lot. Torture. Curses. Being sent away by her friends because she wasn't useful enough to them anymore. Deranged teachers teaching bizarre classes. But she had limits.
It turned out those limits included singing flowers.
There is love in your body but you can't get it out
It gets stuck in your head, won't come out of your mouth
Sticks to your tongue and shows on your face
That the sweetest of words have the bitterest taste
Singing flowers that wanted to comment on her emotional state.
Which was why she was currently in the middle of preserve, using her agiels on any flower that so much at looked like it might burst into song. It mightn't have been a particularly productive use of her time, but she was going to keep doing it until the singing stopped.
[Establishy!]
It turned out those limits included singing flowers.
There is love in your body but you can't get it out
It gets stuck in your head, won't come out of your mouth
Sticks to your tongue and shows on your face
That the sweetest of words have the bitterest taste
Singing flowers that wanted to comment on her emotional state.
Which was why she was currently in the middle of preserve, using her agiels on any flower that so much at looked like it might burst into song. It mightn't have been a particularly productive use of her time, but she was going to keep doing it until the singing stopped.
[Establishy!]