[the sound is what reaches her, where she's been gathering herbs, the sound of something out there, and her hand is on her mask before she knows it. to fight something whatever size it is would be unreasonable to expect in this form, and it's this or flight -
but then another sound reaches Emily, and she stills. not destruction. anguish. something that cannot be so easily outran, fought back. she straightens up from where she was, basket on her arm, and waits. the brush breaking, the figure getting closer and closer -
and when she sees who it is, it is a strange form of relief that she recognizes who it is, though spiders have woven their webs and he looks like a ghost. strange, because she has never been relieved to see him again before.]
Wujiu...
[where has he been? what happened to him? why is he here? so many questions brim up in her, and then it is blindingly clear what must happen first]
...I have the umbrella.
[because she had found it alone, and known something must have gone wrong. kept it safe, secure, protected from harm and damage. it had felt like a duty, and now she knows why.]
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but then another sound reaches Emily, and she stills. not destruction. anguish. something that cannot be so easily outran, fought back. she straightens up from where she was, basket on her arm, and waits. the brush breaking, the figure getting closer and closer -
and when she sees who it is, it is a strange form of relief that she recognizes who it is, though spiders have woven their webs and he looks like a ghost. strange, because she has never been relieved to see him again before.]
Wujiu...
[where has he been? what happened to him? why is he here? so many questions brim up in her, and then it is blindingly clear what must happen first]
...I have the umbrella.
[because she had found it alone, and known something must have gone wrong. kept it safe, secure, protected from harm and damage. it had felt like a duty, and now she knows why.]