i know you, that look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam

[thespaceopera]

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[noprophecies]

[who would of thought that a peaceful feeling would still set her on edge. It's a foreign concept to her; she's never felt peace, not really.

She offers the little girl a smile and a brief wave, approaching her slowly. The frog only gets a brief glance]

Well met, little one. It is nice here, yes?

[therewerefifty]

[The girl scowls, hunching back more like a wild animal than a small child, and glances behind her. She appears to be looking at a rocky overhang, an opening between them barely visible behind walls of hanging, dry seaweed.

And here, too, is a memory; a brief glimpse more than anything else, of Makie sitting on sun-warmed rocks here on this beach playing her shamisen. She looks ill, cheeks gaunt, and her kimono still shows streaks of mud on the lower edges of it. The blonde child is shambling up to her solemnly, also covered in muddy streaks, and Makie stops playing to glance at her. And her smile is both sweet and full of relief.

"Lilly. There you are."]

[noprophecies]

[Tempest pauses at the brief memory, frowning; what was that? Why did Makie look ill?

She glances at the child again before following her glance to the rocky overhang curiously]

[therewerefifty]

[The child bares her teeth, planting herself in a failed attempt to block Tempest's view, speaking for the first time, short and clipped. "Stay out. Drown." For all the sense that makes. And she points up the way Tempest came instead, back to the balcony.]

[noprophecies]

[she regards the child with a curious look, then gives the overhang one more look before she kneels down, putting herself more at the child's height]

I have already been there. [she gestures to the balcony] Do you know the way out?

[therewerefifty]

[The child's face screws up into a look that's half confusion and half like she thinks Tempest is a colossal idiot. Don't take it personally-- it's just the way she is. She points back toward the balcony again, emphatically, chanting one word.

"Ask!]