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sirenspull_logs2012-04-02 03:02 am
fridgetothefire) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-04-02 03:02 am
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If your sister or your brother were stumbling on their last mile
Who: Wanda and Anya
When: Backdated to Saturday, takes place after this thread.
Where: Crows Head Beach
Summary: FAMILY AND FEELS
Anya grips Wanda's hand tight as they absquatulate from the mall, unable to repress a bit of good-natured laughter at their slapdash graceless departure. "So much for keeping a low profile," she mutters as they run through the wide avenues of district three, but she grins.
She slows from a full-out run to a brisk walk in a few minutes, gesturing at her throat, her breath coming fast and shallow, with the distinctive gasp of an asthmatic. Anya doesn't seem concerned, though, just moderating her pace and focusing on her breathing the rest of the way. They reach Crow's Head Beach on the South coast, deserted on the cold and slightly foggy day. Anya stops for a minute or two until she can breath properly again.
"Well," she remarks with a grin, "Style points aside, you're way better with your hexes than my Wanda is."
When: Backdated to Saturday, takes place after this thread.
Where: Crows Head Beach
Summary: FAMILY AND FEELS
Anya grips Wanda's hand tight as they absquatulate from the mall, unable to repress a bit of good-natured laughter at their slapdash graceless departure. "So much for keeping a low profile," she mutters as they run through the wide avenues of district three, but she grins.
She slows from a full-out run to a brisk walk in a few minutes, gesturing at her throat, her breath coming fast and shallow, with the distinctive gasp of an asthmatic. Anya doesn't seem concerned, though, just moderating her pace and focusing on her breathing the rest of the way. They reach Crow's Head Beach on the South coast, deserted on the cold and slightly foggy day. Anya stops for a minute or two until she can breath properly again.
"Well," she remarks with a grin, "Style points aside, you're way better with your hexes than my Wanda is."