[She loos at the splattering, her fingers touching it,, half expecting the ink to come off on her fingertips but not surprised when it doesn't.[
River. [It's written in careful script, almost as if to reassure herself of who she is. She may be lost, may be somewhere she's never been with no one she knows, at least no one she thinks she knows, but for the moment she still has a name]
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River. [It's written in careful script, almost as if to reassure herself of who she is. She may be lost, may be somewhere she's never been with no one she knows, at least no one she thinks she knows, but for the moment she still has a name]