"Doctor," She's still not looking at him. She's a bit mesmerized by the colour of the sea. "If everyone only ever did things when they wanted to. Nothing would ever be done properly."
She pauses for a minute and kneels to the ground, tentatively touching the bright, white earth, trying to figure out what makes it sparkle. She takes a little of it in her hand. It does not feel like dirt, more like crystalline sand.
"When I went to the Western Sea with my father. I took a handful of sand and wrapped it in a kerchief, to take home, with a few pebbles. My nurse laughed at me. My father did not." She's talking as she rubs a finger over the strange earth in her other hand, tying to work out what it's made of.
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Date: 2010-06-14 09:45 pm (UTC)She pauses for a minute and kneels to the ground, tentatively touching the bright, white earth, trying to figure out what makes it sparkle. She takes a little of it in her hand. It does not feel like dirt, more like crystalline sand.
"When I went to the Western Sea with my father. I took a handful of sand and wrapped it in a kerchief, to take home, with a few pebbles. My nurse laughed at me. My father did not." She's talking as she rubs a finger over the strange earth in her other hand, tying to work out what it's made of.