She stood in the doorway, wide-eyed and blind. A few last strands of raven hair slowly faded back to golden-brown, like a sunrise shrouded by a filthy sky. Her hair was not the only difference. Her face had changed, though only just enough. Robin had always been mistaken for younger than she was. Medrau's claim of being twenty instead of twenty-four was only natural.
The rest had been more difficult - the acts, inventing a personality that was as far from Song's as she could manage. Trying so hard to disguise her manner of speech. Carelessness, shortness... She'd played a fool as well as an innocent. If anyone had caught on, it was too late now.
Tinuviel had what she wanted.
But Song awoke with barely a fraction of this knowledge. She remembered attacking her sister - the knife was still clutched in her hand. She remembered blacking out again before that, just after she'd convinced Seph to leave. She wasn't sure, but it felt like days ago... And she remembered the phone in her pocket, though she seemed not even to notice the mysterious stone which had been slipped into the other. All of her mind, still foggy, was set on making the call for help. She didn't know, but it was Tinuvial - Medrau - who drove her to that just as she'd influenced so many other decisions.
The settings were already changed to audio post. She spoke shakily, "help. I need help. In India... Earth. Track the ship. We're in a cave. It's Mabry..."
The call made, she fell to her knees beside her sister, trying almost robotically to stop the bleeding.
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Date: 2011-05-07 10:59 pm (UTC)Her hair was not the only difference. Her face had changed, though only just enough. Robin had always been mistaken for younger than she was. Medrau's claim of being twenty instead of twenty-four was only natural.
The rest had been more difficult - the acts, inventing a personality that was as far from Song's as she could manage. Trying so hard to disguise her manner of speech. Carelessness, shortness... She'd played a fool as well as an innocent. If anyone had caught on, it was too late now.
Tinuviel had what she wanted.
But Song awoke with barely a fraction of this knowledge. She remembered attacking her sister - the knife was still clutched in her hand. She remembered blacking out again before that, just after she'd convinced Seph to leave. She wasn't sure, but it felt like days ago...
And she remembered the phone in her pocket, though she seemed not even to notice the mysterious stone which had been slipped into the other. All of her mind, still foggy, was set on making the call for help. She didn't know, but it was Tinuvial - Medrau - who drove her to that just as she'd influenced so many other decisions.
The settings were already changed to audio post. She spoke shakily, "help. I need help. In India... Earth. Track the ship. We're in a cave. It's Mabry..."
The call made, she fell to her knees beside her sister, trying almost robotically to stop the bleeding.