mal sits cross-legged on the bed, looking to the other side of the room where her mother is back to scurrying around her tank. judging the room warm enough, mal opens her hand. the lights flit back to her like the others had, but she does not call them back into her palm. she sets them rotating gently.
no subject
[ she holds up her hands in surrender.
she does not get up.
mal sits cross-legged on the bed, looking to the other side of the room where her mother is back to scurrying around her tank. judging the room warm enough, mal opens her hand. the lights flit back to her like the others had, but she does not call them back into her palm. she sets them rotating gently.
and very quietly she starts to sing. ]