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[Kylee Meer]

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Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
~ Robert Frost

Crowded. They had touched her when she moved past them. As if the confining leather were not enough every brush made her back itch and hands tingle. Anxiousness twisted itself through her pores. While pain was not a concept she had ever experienced, a new emotion: doubt had circled round on her veins. Doubt seemed to be a second guessing of sorts. Odd. Is this was people did constantly? This second guessing of initial reactions and choices? For the first time in her life she was second guessing her own thought to come here and expose herself to contact with strangers. That was until she showed up.

Soothing and soft, her tone had calmed Kylee immediately. The itch to remove the confining leather and run for the door subsided with one sentence: "Do you mind if I sit with you?" Odd that the company of this woman with the iridescent and now cheese covered doublet would drape over her senses like a thick blanket slips across a cold lap. Or at least what she imagined a cold lap to be. It was among yet another thing she had never experienced.

Even when the woman's soft face twisted with wrinkles and her nose curled the calm remained. An unusual tick, it seemed to be intolerable. That was all Kylee needed. If this one called Shiloh was not comfortable, they would leave. It was that simple.

Once...

Twice...

Three times.. she tried to open a portal within the structure. And all three it sputtered and fizzled. There was no hesitation. They needed out and it had to be now. In a blink she was outside and trying once more. This time successful, light colored stone emerged in the distance. It was there that Shiloh, as she called herself, exposed the reason for her tick.

The tingle in her palms grew stronger.. she could help. To do so would mean exposure however and that was something River had warned against and Reed had yelled over. Later... when the light of the candles dimmed to a dull flicker and the lids of her eyes were heavy she knew she would end up doing it anyway. This calming woman needed her. Of that she was sure, even if the woman herself was not. Closing her eyes..

There was no fear, no doubt, just warmth and silence.

[Kylee Meer]

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Hunger was painful. Starving meant that someone was very hungry. Therefore starving was painful. Churning amidst the other images in Kylee's mind was that logic. The knowledge and logic that Shiloh had known hungry meant that Shiloh had known pain long before the infliction of the scar on her arm. And that the purplish mark was an -additional- instance of feeling pain.

Her knees bent so that her arms were tightly caught between them and her chest she cradled one of the apples from the one called Corvus' tree. Pulling it to her mouth she bit in watching the juice splatter. When it hit the floor of the Theater she gazed at it blankly before chewing the piece up and swallowing. Leaning forward against both her arms and knees she stretched, her tunic pulling tight across her back. Muscle, sinew and bone itched and tingled to be free of the confines. It was a freedom she did not dare risk at the moment. Not when anyone could walk in.

No, she would keep her concentration on Shiloh. Resting her chin on the top of one knee she let her black eyes fall on the portrait of her sleeping form. There was a reason for everything.

Shiloh, it seemed, was her reason to be -here-.