[airily:] Think what you want! What you put on those pages is on you, sir.
[though whatever was on the pages that preceded the dance...she can't really say, can she? something to worry about later, she decides. a lot later. like...six, seven hours' worth of dancing later? time slips away pretty easily in this place, and even moreso when one isn't burdened by trying to solve all of its mysteries.
someone had to have suggested the idea of leaving by the time the sun started to break the horizon line, but she couldn't rightly say who or when...just that when the door opens, she's dog tired - more tired than she's been since that month-long abstinence from sleep.
she all but falls out of the place and into the sand without so much as a thanks for the party.]
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[though whatever was on the pages that preceded the dance...she can't really say, can she? something to worry about later, she decides. a lot later. like...six, seven hours' worth of dancing later? time slips away pretty easily in this place, and even moreso when one isn't burdened by trying to solve all of its mysteries.
someone had to have suggested the idea of leaving by the time the sun started to break the horizon line, but she couldn't rightly say who or when...just that when the door opens, she's dog tired - more tired than she's been since that month-long abstinence from sleep.
she all but falls out of the place and into the sand without so much as a thanks for the party.]