Faraday is outside today, looking at the damage wrought by the storm and seeming almost wounded by it, especially the fallen trees that she bends to touch before straightening and walking on. The storm reminded her, terribly, of someone she knows is dead - but then, so was she herself, wasn't she?
She's feeling twitchy and anxious, but that doesn't keep her from collecting the pinecones and seedpods of the trees when she can reach them, where they are ready for planting. That, she can do.
- Mood:
worried
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