Subject: [FARPG] Alone.
Date: Wed, 31 May 2000 20:57:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: Stana Hierspiel

As darkness collapsed around them, the very sky and
earth rising into chaos, Stana felt a great weight
crushing against her shoulders.
::Tired:: she thought. ::...Just tired::
As the lightning slashed the sky, rendering it in
sporadic colors, her involuntary scream was far from a
reaction to thoughts of danger.  Rather it was a knee
jerk response to a primeavel instinct.
Then there was a shadowy form before her...she thought
it was Clip...trustingly, she reached out for his
prescence, for the calm he was able to instill.
But her hand passed through the mist of form, the
flickering mane whispy around her fingers in a
gossamer thread.  She looked into a knowing set of
eyes and saw herself staring back out of them.

It was quiet. So silent that even the wind was dead.
There was no stream nearby as she had rememered...and
the blaze that Audion had built was gone.  There was
only the ground under her feet.
Stana frowned at the notebook in her hands, turned to
an empty page, a pencil laid across it invitingly.
She lifted the writing tool, and stare, not knowing
what to write. No words. There were no words in her
mind to capture on a sheet of paper. Only a roiling,
eotional mess that had become her life.  Stana dipped
her head, and wrote the first word that described her
turmoil.

Lonely.

That was it.

No it wasnt. She had friends...she did...didnt she?

The quiet was crushing in its weight. he silence
speaking more elegantly than the most flowery phrase.