The swell of relief that washes over her when she bursts into the
(clearing at the end of the path - but nay, not yet, not yet)
tree-sisters' garden is almost overwhelming, but it's followed immediately by a crushing surge of horror and guilt.
She can't be here, not and bring this trouble down on them, she can't-- but she can't make herself go out once more, not yet.
Susan keeps to the very edge of the garden and circles it a little ways, trying to find a place she can be, if only for a while. But oh, her tear-blurred eyes make it hard to see, and she mistakes her step and loses her balance much as she'd lost her way before.
She hits the ground hard, knocking the breath out of her, and rolls down a small hill until she fetches up against a series of grassy tufts. Lost in the wildness of her desperation and the burden of her sorrow, Susan Delgado curls into the side of them and cries.
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tree-sisters' garden is almost overwhelming, but it's followed immediately by a crushing surge of horror and guilt.
She can't be here, not and bring this trouble down on them, she can't-- but she can't make herself go out once more, not yet.
Susan keeps to the very edge of the garden and circles it a little ways, trying to find a place she can be, if only for a while. But oh, her tear-blurred eyes make it hard to see, and she mistakes her step and loses her balance much as she'd lost her way before.
She hits the ground hard, knocking the breath out of her, and rolls down a small hill until she fetches up against a series of grassy tufts. Lost in the wildness of her desperation and the burden of her sorrow, Susan Delgado curls into the side of them and cries.