the narrator (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} a_shade_of_gray) wrote,@ 2006-01-21 01:47:00 |
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It was a bad time to develop claustrophobia.
The others seemed fine, despite the crowded edges of the ragged lunar walls; impossible lengths of crystalline, mirrored surfaces. Edge had spent the better part of the year living in a dank, dark cave, while Rydia finished childhood in the heat of the underground.
Rosa was an archer, spoiled by long stretches of fields. At nights, she shook in fear, terrified of the walls collapsing in on them. During those moments, Cecil would pull her inside the circle of his arms, and whisper assurances. It was the only space that wasn't too small.
