(). . .sequestered. . .() -- Tundra Heights -- The Meeting Chamber

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Date Posted: 19:13:44 04/15/03 Tue
Author: Eavan
Subject: (). . .sequestered. . .()

Alone.
Detatched.
Solitary.
Whatever the word, Eavan discovered herself in the chasm that made up the cavernous Meeting Chamber alone, detatched and solitary - again.
Maybe something about the child made people avoid her, whether it be the fathomless depth of her eyes or the way she could seemingly descry one's thoughts with them...
Perhaps her pale, scarred and ashen skin served to steer them away from her.

||Like I have some contagious disease...||

Eavan had no such affliction. Others didn't necessarily know that, though.
The fact that her combination of pale skin and inky hair made her appear as a walking corpse may have something to do with it, she decided. But how was she to help that??
A couple of fortnights in an empty bedroom could do that to anyone, not just herself.

Well - she just didn't understand why no one looked beyond the disparity of her hair and skin to see the real Eavan; the girl behind the guile.

Sure, she pretended that her life was sugar and sunshine, but it was not, and right now the child wished dearly that she had someone to confide in.

||No... it doesn't matter. Nothing does. It's just my birthday, no big deal...||

Somehow Eavan couldn't believe her own locution.

She concealed her face in the comfort of her elevated knees, wrapped her arms around her slender body, and listened to the reticence of a completely uninhabited Chamber.

Maybe one day this torture would end...

||...please.||

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Replies:

:::Soul Slayer::: -- Slayer, 15:13:11 04/16/03 Wed
- (). . .lament. . .() -- Eavan, 16:08:03 04/16/03 Wed
  - :::Soul Slayer::: -- Slayer, 19:18:59 04/16/03 Wed
    - (). . ... . . .() -- Eavan, 11:24:11 04/19/03 Sat
      - (). . . ... . . .() -- Eavan, 10:20:19 04/27/03 Sun