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[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Cy has brought.... a cliff. She is sitting at the top of it, watching a chunk of the ocean below gradually eddy into stillness. There's a winding path to the top, framed by gorse and ruins; Sam, in fact, might recognize the place. Or at least this little part of the place, seeing as she's brought a slice of Tintagel. A slice that will most definitely be returning to her world when she leaves.

She kneads the ground for a moment, singing nonsense to herself before she lays down, rolls over, and walks to the edge of the cliff.]

And when I crumble who shall remember
This lady of the West Country?

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[brokenamethysts.livejournal.com]

[walks up the side of the cliff] Hi, Cyfor. Isn't that a little dangerous?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Her eyes are glowing a little when she looks at him.] This is where they threw themselves into the sea. His whim for their deaths, right here.

[brokenamethysts.livejournal.com]

Whose whim?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

The Half-and-Half. He ate them up. He ate me up, too.

[brokenamethysts.livejournal.com]

...A giant coffee creamer?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Gives him an accusing look.] The Half-and-Half. The Alchemist. Broken patchwork man.

[brokenamethysts.livejournal.com]

Oh. [feels very stupid, but "Alchemist" and "Broken Patchwork Man" sound more potentially threatening]

...Were they your friends?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

They were cats.

[brokenamethysts.livejournal.com]

...Ooh. [looks very sad now because KITTIES ;~;]

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

And now one of the kittens is gone.

[brokenamethysts.livejournal.com]

Taken, or...?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

It stinks. Stinks stinks stinks. No sight, no sound.

[brokenamethysts.livejournal.com]

...That gone, then.

I'm sorry, Cy. [offers his arms if she wants to climb into them]

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Does so, curling up.] Don't know where she's gone. No sight, no sound. And the Roads whisper poison through our veins.

[brokenamethysts.livejournal.com]

[kitty cuddles ;_; ♥ and petting. lots of soft stroking, yes.] There may still be a chance... Maybe she's just cut off somehow?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

If she's taken, then we don't know where. I smell bad things in the air.

[brokenamethysts.livejournal.com]

...You're not going to give up, are you?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[blinks up at him] No.

[brokenamethysts.livejournal.com]

...Good.

Is there anything I can do to help? I can't follow you back to your world, but. Maybe there's something from here I can do?