sixth ✿ voice

[icansolvethemtoo]

[When the feed clicks on, there's a soft sniffle, but Flora's doing her best to try and keep it together. (And failing.)]

U-um... Has... Has anyone seen Luke Triton? H-he and I were on a little trek, outside Mount Mortar, a-and...

Well, Mr. Bear and... and Claire, they're both in my party now. [There's a soft cry, and she has to take a moment to compose herself.]

I... I haven't seen him in a f-few hours-- a-and I don't quite know where... where I'm supposed to go. I... I'm hoping he's just exploring on his own, but...

He won't even answer.

[Everyone's gone and left her behind again.]

Comments

[voice]

[foolishwren]

Yeah.

Do that.

I'm sure he'll be grateful for it, if he shows up again.

[voice]

[icansolvethemtoo]

Then I will. I... I'll miss him in the meantime.

[voice]

[foolishwren]

Yeah.

... That's sort of the way things go around here.

[voice]

[icansolvethemtoo]

It is... I wonder why this world does that. It's like... they brought us to this odd little world but they don't always wish to keep us here.

[voice]

[foolishwren]

I gave up questioning that ages ago.

... Luke was here a long time.

Maybe it was just time for him to go.

_{[... But she can't quite keep a shake out of her voice, because with every long-term resident to disappear, the clearer it is that her own existence in this place could be temporary, too.]}

[voice]

[icansolvethemtoo]

Maybe... [She sighs softly.]

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to depress you.

[voice]

[foolishwren]

It's not your fault this place likes to hand out existential memento moris every time we get too comfortable.

[voice]

[icansolvethemtoo]

I know it isn't, but... I'm still sorry.