[Peach considers. Do people here speak much about their birth dreams? She doesn't remember anyone saying that. It seems like something about what happens here, she shouldn't tell anyone about, but what? After a pause, she decides she can share a detail, and if the Ordeal doesn't like it, too bad.]
There was someone in my dream who didn't want me to fight because I'm a woman. I was to be kept safe, even though there was a need. [She doesn't give away what she thinks about that.] It's some old tradition, I think.
If I ever remember anything about her, I'll let you know. [She keeps her speculations about the woman to herself. They're all ungrounded, anyway.]
[The dog - who's a mutt, but with some bull terrier (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bull_Terrier) traits - trots up jauntily and sits, crooked tail stirring the dust.]
[Passing dogs and other animals have been coming to greet Peach since she was literally wet behind the ears. This one's different, though. He's an ugly dog, scarred and thick-jawed, and something about him... Is it the oddly knowing look in his tiny, triangular eyes?]
Good boy. Where's your owner?
[He stands and noses the palm she's holding out to sniff.]
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Re: Slowlog
Date: 2010-09-05 03:35 am (UTC)There was someone in my dream who didn't want me to fight because I'm a woman. I was to be kept safe, even though there was a need. [She doesn't give away what she thinks about that.] It's some old tradition, I think.
If I ever remember anything about her, I'll let you know. [She keeps her speculations about the woman to herself. They're all ungrounded, anyway.]
[The dog - who's a mutt, but with some bull terrier (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bull_Terrier) traits - trots up jauntily and sits, crooked tail stirring the dust.]
[Passing dogs and other animals have been coming to greet Peach since she was literally wet behind the ears. This one's different, though. He's an ugly dog, scarred and thick-jawed, and something about him... Is it the oddly knowing look in his tiny, triangular eyes?]
Good boy. Where's your owner?
[He stands and noses the palm she's holding out to sniff.]