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Aug 30, 2011 13:09

Peanut Butter - Water
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Timeframe : 1270

“I place my trust in you.” Ski’s voice sounds hollow and distant to her own ears.

A hundred random thoughts seek to distract her from her mission. The hall is painfully bright and far too hot, and row upon row of eyes are trained on her with such intensity she finds herself wondering if the whole crowd is holding its breath, and her dress with all its hundreds of ribbons is making her itch, and the whole thing seems some horrid dream.

She’s staring at the cup that’s being held out to her, a golden goblet laced with jewels and etchings, and the memory strikes her of Wyatt pressing a dented tankard into Tristan’s palm, and it’s hard to keep standing, much less continue speaking.

The hand bound to hers tightens around her wrist, a silent reminder that they’re in this together and that she’s not the only one fighting these wayward thoughts, and so she blinks back the tears that are threatening to spill. “Let us carry one another,” she declares, with as much force as she can muster. “That together we may reach the greatest heights.”
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