[ she speaks slowly and clearly over a transparent yellow pistol and is gratified to see its hollow insides grow heavy with water. the last round of liquid hadn't been spent in any sort of brave stand or grand action; instead, she'd popped its cap and emptied it out on the ground when an 'enemy' had her at balloon-point, and to prove her dedication to peace she'd been compelled to spill her ammo.
for her good faith she'd been rewarded with a balloon breaking over her head. now her red hair was damp and a few pins had come loose -- though she'd tried to fix it as best she could with no polished metal to use for a mirror and no servant to help her. upon giving up that mission, she'd turned to this one: refilling the pistol.
so intent is she upon the act that she does not notice that she's no longer alone at the refill station. ]
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[ she speaks slowly and clearly over a transparent yellow pistol and is gratified to see its hollow insides grow heavy with water. the last round of liquid hadn't been spent in any sort of brave stand or grand action; instead, she'd popped its cap and emptied it out on the ground when an 'enemy' had her at balloon-point, and to prove her dedication to peace she'd been compelled to spill her ammo.
for her good faith she'd been rewarded with a balloon breaking over her head. now her red hair was damp and a few pins had come loose -- though she'd tried to fix it as best she could with no polished metal to use for a mirror and no servant to help her. upon giving up that mission, she'd turned to this one: refilling the pistol.
so intent is she upon the act that she does not notice that she's no longer alone at the refill station. ]