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Jun. 26th, 2008 11:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
theresnodoorRachel isn't sleeping well, though it's not for lack of trying. It's so quiet in Lawrence at night and she feels... not lonely, but alone, outside of the Valley with her family and the other refugees.
...and partly lonely, too.
It's early, just a little after dawn, but Rachel is out behind the house. She's sharpened her knives, cleaned her gun, even flown off in owl morph with it clutched in her talons so she could work on some target practice away from anyone that might watch her, might realize how terrible she is with it. And now she's back, waiting for the sun to rise, feeling unsettled and angry for it.
With no idea what to do about it.
Thus, handstands and running flips done in the backyard.
...and partly lonely, too.
It's early, just a little after dawn, but Rachel is out behind the house. She's sharpened her knives, cleaned her gun, even flown off in owl morph with it clutched in her talons so she could work on some target practice away from anyone that might watch her, might realize how terrible she is with it. And now she's back, waiting for the sun to rise, feeling unsettled and angry for it.
With no idea what to do about it.
Thus, handstands and running flips done in the backyard.
