Dossier Eight

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[The swings seem to be the location of voice for upset little girls. Henrietta is kicking her feet absently, her violin case sitting, as it always does, close at hand. She pushes herself off a little, sees a constellation between her shoes.]

Orion...

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[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

And I think maybe... if she had someone... who wasn't Signore Luaro. Maybe she wouldn't be so mean?

[ghostlighter]

Someone... like who? You?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Nods at her feet]

[ghostlighter]

[Pause, then a small shrug.] Doesn't seem like too bad an idea.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

You don't think I should?

[ghostlighter]

... No? That's not what I said.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

You just... sounded like it wasn't a good idea.

[ghostlighter]

I said it wasn't a bad idea.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

But you think something bad could happen?

[ghostlighter]

I don't know. I don't know Elsa well enough to say.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Me either.

[ghostlighter]

[Thoughtful pause.] You could give it a shot? Just see how it works out at first.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

I'll be careful.