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migrates[ this is simca. she's sitting outside, late evening, just as the sun is setting, in just a really low cut shirt, short-shorts, and strange, thigh-high stiletto leather boots. her chin is resting in her palms and she begins the entry whistling this song.
about halfway through, she stops and finally speaks ]
Oh, I wish I could have gone on that adventure. But a little girl like me shouldn't be dirtying herself up with such dangerous work, maa?
Surely there must be some other way for me to entertain myself here then, mmn? Something fun and exciting! Perhaps I will just sprout wings and fly into the sky to conquest dreams and thoughts! [ she giggles here, knowing full well how strange that statement is. ]
Tell me a story, Cair Paradisa! Tell me many stories! Read me a bedtime story and keep this girl entertained!
[ she ends the entry, whistling the rest of that song.
open action and journal and come into my bosom. ]
about halfway through, she stops and finally speaks ]
Oh, I wish I could have gone on that adventure. But a little girl like me shouldn't be dirtying herself up with such dangerous work, maa?
Surely there must be some other way for me to entertain myself here then, mmn? Something fun and exciting! Perhaps I will just sprout wings and fly into the sky to conquest dreams and thoughts! [ she giggles here, knowing full well how strange that statement is. ]
Tell me a story, Cair Paradisa! Tell me many stories! Read me a bedtime story and keep this girl entertained!
[ she ends the entry, whistling the rest of that song.
open action and journal and come into my bosom. ]