Sybil steps behind him; careful and precise in her movements. She doesn't
want to startle the creature, her memory of butterflies is mostly that
they're fluttering things and quite beautiful. This one is no different,
and she reminds herself that just a moment ago she spoke of stopping to
enjoy things simply because they were there. "The blue at the bottom of his
wings, it looks almost brushed on."
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Date: 2013-09-25 06:43 pm (UTC)Sybil steps behind him; careful and precise in her movements. She doesn't want to startle the creature, her memory of butterflies is mostly that they're fluttering things and quite beautiful. This one is no different, and she reminds herself that just a moment ago she spoke of stopping to enjoy things simply because they were there. "The blue at the bottom of his wings, it looks almost brushed on."