April (i_steal_time) wrote in expresslogs, @ 2012-04-21 21:57:00 |
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Sylvia was giving some thought to fashioning a harness and leash for her kitten so she'd feel safer taking her out. Now that the kitten had put on some weight and grown a little, she was infinitely more prone to wandering. Sylvia hated to keep her penned up in the room, but she didn't want to unleash her on the train at large, either. Who knew what kind of people were going to show up, and what diabolical plans they might have for cute white kittens? The word had passed around last night that the threat was apparently passed -- or at the very least in a lull -- so Sylvia felt marginally safe about leaving the room. She hadn't really done so for the past few days, simply because the other rumor circulating had indicated the wasps wouldn't show up in the rooms. She'd had a Will-bird though who went on for a half an hour about how she'd left him with no time, and why wouldn't she share her time, and how could she give time to the Timekeeper but not to him ... and the bird had been her father for a little while, going on about how he'd never loved her and she'd been his worst mistake. She'd listened until the bird shut up, and then it had kind of ... well, she didn't actually know. She hadn't seen it leave, but it was gone all the same. Maybe she just hadn't given it enough of a reaction. It was more fascinating than disturbing to hear the bird imitating both her father and Will's voices so accurately. She knew the things in its Will-voice had been lies, and ... she already knew she wasn't the apple of her father's eye. It didn't bother her. Today though ... today she was eager for a change of scenery, and maybe even a little bit of a social interaction. So she settled herself at one of the tables in the back dining car with a plate of what they'd been serving for breakfast. Misty was running around the car, batting around wisps of paper and whatever else she came across. Sylvia kept an eye on her, prepared to scoop her up if it appeared the kitten was bothering anyone ... but otherwise, she was content to eat her breakfast and ponder what the train had in store for them next. |