[The other her hadn't ever touched Esther, but she doesn't know this, and she takes the hand she's offered with a smile.
There's another friend in front of her now, a limp, brown-haired girl about her own age. They almost never go outside, the two of them, Lua knows that even if she doesn't understand who or why, but she's for once thinking about nothing in particular as she's sitting on the ground, relaxed.
The other girl's sitting on a bench with her hair over her face, masking herself from anyone around them. Her eyes aren't for flowers but the black-striped snake wound around her arm, nose to nose with her. Lua's head perks up at a hissing sound, and her eyebrows raise when she sees which mouth it's coming from. The serpent's head traces a pattern in the air, and it swiftly unwinds to slide down the bench and into the bushes.
"It's good for him, right?" It's good for you, Lua really means, for her to be somewhere new. The girl wasn't like her, she hadn't gone very far wrong at all, she was just afraid of herself and the rest of the world around her.
"I never thought about it that way." The girl anxiously watches where the snake has gone, and Lua reaches up for her hand, heart full. "Your world had more life than mine," she tries. "Tiny village, right? So you know more than I do about this place right here. Tell me what's what."
Her hand slips out of the girl's a moment, and in Esther's, the same. She gives her a long look like something else is going to slip out, but memories don't come.]
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[The other her hadn't ever touched Esther, but she doesn't know this, and she takes the hand she's offered with a smile.
There's another friend in front of her now, a limp, brown-haired girl about her own age. They almost never go outside, the two of them, Lua knows that even if she doesn't understand who or why, but she's for once thinking about nothing in particular as she's sitting on the ground, relaxed.
The other girl's sitting on a bench with her hair over her face, masking herself from anyone around them. Her eyes aren't for flowers but the black-striped snake wound around her arm, nose to nose with her. Lua's head perks up at a hissing sound, and her eyebrows raise when she sees which mouth it's coming from. The serpent's head traces a pattern in the air, and it swiftly unwinds to slide down the bench and into the bushes.
"It's good for him, right?" It's good for you, Lua really means, for her to be somewhere new. The girl wasn't like her, she hadn't gone very far wrong at all, she was just afraid of herself and the rest of the world around her.
"I never thought about it that way." The girl anxiously watches where the snake has gone, and Lua reaches up for her hand, heart full. "Your world had more life than mine," she tries. "Tiny village, right? So you know more than I do about this place right here. Tell me what's what."
Her hand slips out of the girl's a moment, and in Esther's, the same. She gives her a long look like something else is going to slip out, but memories don't come.]
She a friend of yours? Because...