who stole your heart and the key?

[steelmyself]

In the dark, you taste something sweet and tart on your tongue, almost like apple but not quite: pomegranate juice, out of nowhere. A hint of something metallic accompanies it.

You fall down.

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Re: THE THORNS

[unaffective]

[Huh.

What does she have to lose? She takes her arm out of coat and presses the length of it against the thorns.]

Re: THE THORNS

[steelmyself]

The blonde woman holds up a hand in protest, although she says nothing.

But the tree draws back, giving her a small path through.

Re: THE THORNS

[unaffective]

[She winces, then begins to draw her arm back into the sleeve - it's already starting to bruise black and tarlike.

Before she turns onto the path, she looks at the woman.]

Is it that you're unable to speak, or would you rather not speak to me?

Re: THE THORNS

[steelmyself]

She points at her mouth, but does not open it. Her eyes are sad.

Re: THE THORNS

[unaffective]

I see. I'm sorry. Be well, Miss.

[It's a little sad she can't sit and chat with a pretty girl. Not that she would've known what to say, but that doesn't occur to her; she waves goodbye and continues on the path.]

Re: THE THORNS

[steelmyself]

The walls of the valley open up beyond the trees, leading you forward...