[ Dorothea musters a wan smile for him—not her most dazzling, but it’s sincere. ]
You aren’t crashing. I’ve probably been alone with my thoughts enough the last few hours.
[ The lute rests in her lap, her pinky finger tapping on the polished wood. ]
Wild is one way of putting it. It feels like... like a stage play, where there are so many people moving props and set pieces around behind the scenes, and the actors are only vaguely aware of it when something comes out from behind the curtain. I don’t like it.
[ She emphasizes her point with an emphatic strum, moving into a melodic series of chord progressions. ]
I want to pull back the curtain and see what all the moving parts are, and who’s moving them. I don’t like being in the dark.
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You aren’t crashing. I’ve probably been alone with my thoughts enough the last few hours.
[ The lute rests in her lap, her pinky finger tapping on the polished wood. ]
Wild is one way of putting it. It feels like... like a stage play, where there are so many people moving props and set pieces around behind the scenes, and the actors are only vaguely aware of it when something comes out from behind the curtain. I don’t like it.
[ She emphasizes her point with an emphatic strum, moving into a melodic series of chord progressions. ]
I want to pull back the curtain and see what all the moving parts are, and who’s moving them. I don’t like being in the dark.