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Sable Skwigelf, nee. Harris (ex_sable973) wrote in utr_logs,

Sable shrugs. "I guess it depends what you mean by easy, then. We worked hard but it was good work. I liked it. And I guess... never being in one place for too long always felt to me like... that meant your shadows didn't have time to catch up with you. There's no time to start fussing over regrets and grudges when there's 200 miles in front of you and by dawn, whatever was wrong with yesterday is in a completely different time zone. But here... that's the problem. I never learned how to deal with regrets or being hurt, because it was always over as soon as the show was done and the equipment packed up in the busses after the last performance. Then mom and I would get in the van and start it up and in a few hours, there'd be nothing left except a playbill or a ticket stub or a nametag. It's over and you count your pay and buy a newspaper and start looking for the next job."

She stops babbling and shakes her head out of the memory. "Your dad is a hell of a guy. I'm very glad to know him. Your mom is, too. She's so calm and... mom-like. Um... if you really want to come back and work... yeah. Okay. But not until you're better. It might be a nicer place to work in now, anyway. Teja's been teaching me how to put little spells on things, to keep the place safe on my own."