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Post by oracle on Sept 17, 2006 22:43:23 GMT -5
Sibyl held the little girl close, standing at the top of the stairs. She hadn't said anything- hadn't been able to. The shock was just too great.
Hannah whimpered and pressed her face to Sibyl's pale neck, and the older girl raised a shaking hand to stroke Hannah's hair.
That woman had looked just like her. It was like looking outside of herself for a moment. And then her clothes had fallen away, and she'd watched herself run away and flip off the balcony like some circus performer.
Swallowing hard, she resolved not to cry. Not just yet.
"Sibyl-lady, is Mister Kurt angry?"
She hugged Hannah to her, the two girls comforting one another as the violence escalated out the front door.
"Yes solnyshko, he is angry. And Mister Piotr as well."
"How come? Is it cause they took Bobby away?"
Ah... so that is what had happened. It was easiest to agree, she decided.
"I suppose so, Hanouska. But it will be alright."
Turning around, she closed her eyes and rocked Hannah a bit as they made their way back to Hannah's room. She hummed a simple song from her childhood, comforting both of them. It was how Sibylinka had gotten through many dark times- listening to the quiet rhythm of her heart and humming along.
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