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@ -144,7 +144,7 @@ Beholden laughed. "To her? Or as yourself?"
"Oh, to her!" she said, smirking. "Though who knows, maybe I would give the slide version a go, myself." "Oh, to her!" she said, smirking. "Though who knows, maybe I would give the slide version a go, myself."
The conversation of good things continued — Motes designing the playground; the slide Warmth In Fire, Serene, and In The Wind designed that led to a hidden world of ghostly forests if you believed it would; Warmth In Fire designing the chalk lines that followed the two of them as they ran around; A Finger Pointing and Beholden sitting on the stoop of their home to watch the sun set while little ones played in the grass — until they grew weary of the swings digging into their backsides and hunger started tugging them back toward home and what joys they had built began to fade in the face of the immediate past. The conversation of good things continued — Motes designing the playground; the slide that Warmth In Fire, Serene, and In The Wind designed that led to a hidden world of ghostly forests if you believed it would; Warmth In Fire designing the chalk lines that followed the two of them as they ran around; A Finger Pointing and Beholden sitting on the stoop of their home to watch the sun set while little ones played in the grass — until they grew weary of the swings digging into their backsides and hunger started tugging them back toward home and what joys they had built began to fade in the face of the immediate past.
With each step, a bit of color once more seeped from the world and a bit more worry once more gnawed at Beholden's gut. With each step, a bit of color once more seeped from the world and a bit more worry once more gnawed at Beholden's gut.