( Quiet and flat, like something in her is curling inward, a leaf or grass peeling away from a flame. Not from Adelaide, really, more like she's twisting some part of herself.
This is Snow's daughter, one of her dearest friends, and she still hasn't found anything after close to a month of searching. And now she's got to cut it short. )
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( Quiet and flat, like something in her is curling inward, a leaf or grass peeling away from a flame. Not from Adelaide, really, more like she's twisting some part of herself.
This is Snow's daughter, one of her dearest friends, and she still hasn't found anything after close to a month of searching. And now she's got to cut it short. )
I'll head back.