Post by cien on Jun 26, 2006 1:00:12 GMT
The wind blew through Cien's hair as she and Puru-puru surveyed the lighthouse. It was badly damaged, and repairs did not seem to be underwway. A local had told her in hushed whispers that if anything was done to the lighthouse, they would come. Cien glanced around casually to make sure that no one was there before placing her hand on a severely broken spot. At some point in her life, she had realised that it was possible to feel intense emotion through contact with an object, and now was the time totest this hypothesis. Rubbing it gently, she lowered her eyelids and cleared her mind. A picture was forming itself slowly when she heard footsteps and turned.
