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itsjustafayz) wrote2014-01-15 04:36 pm
itsjustafayz) wrote2014-01-15 04:36 pm
Entry tags:
Memories 31-35
Memory: Birth of her little sisters
Regained: Day 314 / Mme White game
Form: A chinese puzzle ball, four layers deep. shake it to view--the innermost layer will shatter with each viewing, giving you three shares + the outermost shell (which can be destroyed as well to share a memory of your choice, but not until all three inside layers have been used). (1/3 left)
What happened:
* Brianna is eight! Her mom gets pregnant by her stepdad and eventually, you know, has the babies. Twins!
What it means:
* Memory of her sisters! Brianna does think it's pretty cool to be a big sister even if she doesn't say much about it.
* At the same time, it's weird, because the twins are her mom's kids with her stepdad, meaning Brianna is the only one in the family who has a different dad. Also, her stepdad's a jerk, so having his own kids is another way he can push Brianna out.
***
Memory: That’s not the truth
Regained: Day 317 / Hades game
Form: An hourglass. Turn over to view the memory. (2/3 left)
What happened:
Brianna found Lana retreating with Sanjit toward the eastern edge of town. "Lana!"
"You're alive!" Lana said. "The kids?"
"A lot dead," Brianna gasped. "A lot more hurt, but the bugs are done for."
"I'm coming," Lana said and started to trot back toward the plaza.
"Yeah. Wrong way and too slow," Brianna said. "Give me your hand. You can heal yourself later."
Brianna took off, dragging Lana, who instantly tripped. She dragged the Healer the rest of the way down the street, then down the length of the beach. Dragging her, Brianna couldn't do anything like full speed, but she could move faster than any human runner. The Healer's legs were scraped raw by the time Brianna yanked her to her feet at the end of the dock.
"Got her!" Brianna announced. Then, "What are you doing?"
Sam's face was a mask of horror. He had sliced Dekka open from neck to pelvis. Dekka's organs—a slaughterhouse mess—crawled with a dozen bugs, all swarming out of her. Quinn snatched at the bugs and tossed them from the boat into the water. He was elbow-deep in blood.
"Lana, keep her alive," Sam said. Lana jumped down into the boat, which rocked madly back and forth. Dekka was beyond speech, past even crying out. Lana laid her hands on Dekka's contorted face.
Brianna followed her into the boat, landed lightly, and pushed both Quinn and Sam aside. "I got this," she said. One by one she snatched the emerging creatures—some of which raced to attack Sam, others of which just ran like panicked cockroaches around the bottom of the boat—turned them on their backs, and blew them clear through the bottom of the boat with shotgun blasts. Quinn tossed a rope over the dock cleat and pulled the sinking boat in. Sam and Quinn shoved and hoisted Dekka onto the dock where she lay split open like a burst orange. Lana held Dekka's head on her lap.
Sam, Quinn, and some strange-looking guy Brianna thought looked vaguely familiar stood watching, a circle of horrified fascination. The boat sank. The blasted bodies of the insects floated. Dekka's mouth was moving but no sound came out. Her eyes were like marbles, rolling, searching without seeing.
"She's trying to say something," Quinn said.
"She should shut up and let me keep her alive," Lana snapped. The Healer shot a malignant look at Brianna. "You owe me a pair of shoes."
Again Dekka tried to speak. "It's you, Breeze," Sam said. "She wants you."
Brianna frowned, not sure Sam was right. But she knelt beside Dekka and put her ear close.
Brianna listened, closed her eyes for a moment, then stood up without saying anything.
"What did she say?" Quinn asked.
"Just thanks," Brianna said. "She just said thanks."
She turned and took off, but not so quickly that she missed the strange new boy saying, "That's not the truth."
What it means:
* The thing Dekka whispered was clearly "I love you." (because spoilers they talk about it in the next book)
* I... WHAT...?
* what?????
* girls????? Dekka????
* panic panic panic panic panic
***
Memory: Asking Jack to the McClub... kinda
Regained: Day 319 / Mulan game
Form: Teacup; pour liquid into and drink. Infinite uses.
What happened:
There was a knock at the door. At least, maybe it was a knock. It sounded more like a woodpecker.
"Who is it?"
"The Breeze."
"What?"
"Brianna."
Jack opened the door and there she was. She was wearing a dress. It was blue and short and had thin straps. He blurted the first thing that popped into his head. "How can you run in that?"
"What?"
"Um—"
"I can run—"
"I didn't—"
"No biggie—"
"I need a router," he said. That put an end to the confusing cross-talk.
"A what? A router?"
"Yes," Jack said. "I can't, uh, you know, make it all work without a serious router."
Brianna considered that for a moment, then, "Do I look stupid in this dress?"
"No. You don't look stupid."
"Thanks," she said with heavy sarcasm. "I'm so glad to know I don't look stupid."
"Okay," he said, and felt stupid himself.
"Well, I was just going to the club. I have some batteries. That's all."
"Oh. Good."
"And?"
Jack shrugged, mystified. "And… so… have fun?"
Brianna stared at him for a very long five seconds without looking awy. And then she was a blur. Gone.
What it means:
* BOYS ARE SO DUMB gosh just compliment me and make me feel pretty and cool :I!!!
++ more relationship confusiooon
***
Memory: The evil one comes with a whip
Regained: Day 320 / Jorji game
Form: Walnut-sized blue glass ball. You must shatter the ball to get the memory. The pieces will disappear afterwards. One use. (1/1)
What happened:
Brianna took Brittney in, as Sam asked. She gave her a room. Sam had instructed her not to tell anyone. She was fine with that. Brianna respected Astrid and Albert and the others on the council, but she and Sam, hey, they had been in battle together many times. He had saved her life. She had saved his.
Jack was also at Brianna's, but she didn't think that was really Sam's business, or anyone's. Jack was doing a little better. The flu seemed to have a short shelf life, just one of those twenty-four hour-hour things. Jack had stopped coughing quite so spectacularly. The walls and floor were safe again. Besides, one of Jack's charming quirks was that if it wasn't on a computer screen, he pretty much didn't see it. So she doubted he would notice their new roomie unless she came with a USB port in her head.
Sam had also asked Brianna not to do anything other than feed Brittney, maybe help her wash up a little, though the closest thing to a shower now was walking into the surf.
"Don't ask her questions," Sam had said quite clearly.
"Why not?"
"Because we may not want to hear the answers," he had muttered. Then, he amended that. "Look, we don't want to stress her, okay? Something very weird has happened. We don't know if this is some kind of freak thing or something else. Either way, she's been through a lot."
"You think?" Brianna had asked. "What with being dead and buried and all?"
Sam sighed, but tolerantly. "If anyone's going to question her, it probably shouldn't be me. And definitely not you."
Brianna knew what he was saying. Despite keeping Brittney under wraps, Sam probably figured it would all have to come out soon enough. And he probably figured if anyone was going to question Brittney, it should be Astrid. Well…
"So, Brittney, how are you?" Brianna asked. She had been up for a few minutes, which was a long time for Brianna. In a few minutes she had been able to run down to the shore, fill a gallon jug with salt water, and run back to the house. Brittney was still in the room where Brianna had put her. Still on the bed. Still lying there, eyes open. Brianna wondered if she'd slept at all.
Did zombies sleep?
Brittney sat up in the bed. Brianna set the water down on the nightstand.
"You want to wash up?"
The sheets were smeared with mud, which wasn't much dirtier than they usually were. It was amazingly hard to get things clean by swooshing them around in the ocean, even when you could swoosh at super speed like Brianna. Things still came out kind of dirty. And crusty with salt. And scratchy. And they gave you rashed.
Brittney sort of smiled, showing her dirty braces. But she showed no interest in cleaning up.
"Okay, let me help out." Brianna took a dirty old T-shirt off the floor and dipped it in the water. She rubbed at some mud on Brittney's shoulder. The mud came off. But Brittney's skin did not come clean.
Brianna rubbed some more. More mud came off. No clean skin showed through.
Brianna felt a chill. Brianna wasn't scared of much. She had grown accustomed to the fact that her super speed rendered her almost invulnerable, unstoppable. She had gone toe-to-toe with Caine and walked away laughing. But this was just plain disturbing.
Brianna swallowed hard. She wiped again. And again, the same thing.
"Okay," Brianna said softly. "Brittney, I think maybe it's, like, time for you to tell me what's going on with you. Because I'd like to know whether you're sitting there thinking you'd like to eat my brain."
"Your brain?" Brittney asked.
"Yeah. I mean, come on, Brittney. You're a zombie. Let's face it. I'm not supposed to use that word, but someone who rises from the dead and climbs up out of their grave and walks among us: that's a zombie."
"I'm not a zombie," Brittney said calmly. "I'm an angel."
"Ah."
"I called upon the Lord in my tribulation and he heard me. Tanner went to Him and asked Him to save me."
Brianna considered that for a moment. "Well, I guess it's better than being a zombie."
"Give me your hand," Brittney said.
Brianna hesitated. She told herself if Brittney tried to bite it, she could snatch it back before she sank her teeth in. Brianna extended her hand. Brittney took it. She pulled it toward her, but not toward her mouth. Instead, she placed Brianna's hand against her chest.
"Do you feel it?"
"Feel what?" Brianna asked.
"The quiet. I have no heartbeat."
Brianna felt cold. But not as cold as Brittney. Brianna kept her hand in place. She felt no vibration. No heartbeat.
"I don't breathe, either," Brittney said.
"No?" Brianna whispered.
"God saved me," Brittney said earnestly. "He heard my prayers and He saved me to do His will."
"Brittney, you're… you were down there in the ground for a long time."
"Very long," Brittney said. She frowned. The frown made creases in the mud that smeared her face. The mud that could not be cleaned off.
"So, you must be hungry, right?" Brianna asked, returning to her primary concern.
"I don't need to eat. Before, I took water. I swallowed it, but I didn't feel it go down. And I realized…"
"What?"
"That I didn't need it."
"Okay."
Brittney smiled her metal smile again. "So, I don't want to eat your brain, Brianna."
"That's good," Brianna said. "So… what do you want to do?"
"The end is coming, Brianna," Brittney said. "It's why my prayers were answered. It's why Tanner and I came back."
"You and… okay. When you say 'the end,' what's that mean?"
"The prophet is already among us. She will lead us from this place. She will lead us to our Lord, out of bondage."
"Good," Brianna said dryly. "I just hope the food's better there."
"Oh, it is," Brittney said enthusiastically. "It's cake and cheeseburgers and everything you could ever want."
"So you're the prophet?"
"No, no," Brittney said with modestly downcast eyes. "I am not the prophet. I am an angel of the Lord. I am the avenger of the Lord, come to destroy the evil one."
"Which evil one? We have a few. Are we talking pitchforks?"
Brittney smiled, but this time her braces did not show. It was a cool, wintry smile, a secret smile. "This demon does not have a pitchfork, Brianna. The evil one comes with a whip."
Brianna considered this for several seconds.
"I have someplace I have to be," Brianna said. She left as quickly as only she could.
What it means:
* WOW BRITTNEY IS CREEPY AS HELL
* still no explanation about how she and Drake ended up in the same body but w/e
* zombies :(
***
Memory: Kick ass, Breeze
Regained: Day 328 / Darkness game
Form: Pluck the petals to receive your memories. 7 uses. (6/7 left)
What happened:
"That's gunfire!" Brianna yelled.
Lana said, "Brianna, no! You're not done healing."
"What, this?" Brianna pointed at her disfigured face. "Pff. Just a flesh wound." She winked with her good eye. "Where's my stuff?"
Lana nodded toward a pile in the corner: the familiar modified runner's backpack with the sawed-off shotgun and machete.
"Kick ass, Breeze," Lana said, but she was talking to air.
Down the hall in a second. Down the steps in less. Through the lobby. And now she could really turn on the speed as she blew down the hill, tripped, and went tumbling head over heels.
Brianna did not get up with super speed. She stood slowly. Both knees were bleeding, as were the palms of her hands. Brianna touched her swollen eyes.
"Depth perception, Breeze," she chided herself. "Depth perception."
She slowed through town, doing no more than sixty miles an hour down Ocean Boulevard past a darkening sea that was just swallowing the sun. She hung a hard right on San Pablo, blew through the town plaza, slowing just enough to hear the fierce cheers of "Breeeeze!" from shooters positioned in windows and on rooftops. She gave them a jaunty wave.
She hit the highway and cranked a left toward the sound of gunfire, passed a fleeing kid, noticed that the entire north-west was on fire and the air smelled of smoke, yanked out her machete, and had merely enough time to think, This could go bad, before she saw Gaia and Orc.
Gaia had a hand on Orc's throat, and Orc, forced to his knees, was punching air as Gaia twisted her head this way and that to dodge blows. Gaia was laughing. Her blue eyes were alight.
Brianna blurred to a stop.
"Hey. Gaia. Remember me?"
Gaia tossed Orc aside as though he weighed no more than a toy.
What it means:
* Oh kids were cheering for me :>
* But why isn't my face messed up in Aather?
* Hmm. Hmm. Hm...m...
Regained: Day 314 / Mme White game
Form: A chinese puzzle ball, four layers deep. shake it to view--the innermost layer will shatter with each viewing, giving you three shares + the outermost shell (which can be destroyed as well to share a memory of your choice, but not until all three inside layers have been used). (1/3 left)
What happened:
* Brianna is eight! Her mom gets pregnant by her stepdad and eventually, you know, has the babies. Twins!
What it means:
* Memory of her sisters! Brianna does think it's pretty cool to be a big sister even if she doesn't say much about it.
* At the same time, it's weird, because the twins are her mom's kids with her stepdad, meaning Brianna is the only one in the family who has a different dad. Also, her stepdad's a jerk, so having his own kids is another way he can push Brianna out.
Memory: That’s not the truth
Regained: Day 317 / Hades game
Form: An hourglass. Turn over to view the memory. (2/3 left)
What happened:
"You're alive!" Lana said. "The kids?"
"A lot dead," Brianna gasped. "A lot more hurt, but the bugs are done for."
"I'm coming," Lana said and started to trot back toward the plaza.
"Yeah. Wrong way and too slow," Brianna said. "Give me your hand. You can heal yourself later."
Brianna took off, dragging Lana, who instantly tripped. She dragged the Healer the rest of the way down the street, then down the length of the beach. Dragging her, Brianna couldn't do anything like full speed, but she could move faster than any human runner. The Healer's legs were scraped raw by the time Brianna yanked her to her feet at the end of the dock.
"Got her!" Brianna announced. Then, "What are you doing?"
Sam's face was a mask of horror. He had sliced Dekka open from neck to pelvis. Dekka's organs—a slaughterhouse mess—crawled with a dozen bugs, all swarming out of her. Quinn snatched at the bugs and tossed them from the boat into the water. He was elbow-deep in blood.
"Lana, keep her alive," Sam said. Lana jumped down into the boat, which rocked madly back and forth. Dekka was beyond speech, past even crying out. Lana laid her hands on Dekka's contorted face.
Brianna followed her into the boat, landed lightly, and pushed both Quinn and Sam aside. "I got this," she said. One by one she snatched the emerging creatures—some of which raced to attack Sam, others of which just ran like panicked cockroaches around the bottom of the boat—turned them on their backs, and blew them clear through the bottom of the boat with shotgun blasts. Quinn tossed a rope over the dock cleat and pulled the sinking boat in. Sam and Quinn shoved and hoisted Dekka onto the dock where she lay split open like a burst orange. Lana held Dekka's head on her lap.
Sam, Quinn, and some strange-looking guy Brianna thought looked vaguely familiar stood watching, a circle of horrified fascination. The boat sank. The blasted bodies of the insects floated. Dekka's mouth was moving but no sound came out. Her eyes were like marbles, rolling, searching without seeing.
"She's trying to say something," Quinn said.
"She should shut up and let me keep her alive," Lana snapped. The Healer shot a malignant look at Brianna. "You owe me a pair of shoes."
Again Dekka tried to speak. "It's you, Breeze," Sam said. "She wants you."
Brianna frowned, not sure Sam was right. But she knelt beside Dekka and put her ear close.
Brianna listened, closed her eyes for a moment, then stood up without saying anything.
"What did she say?" Quinn asked.
"Just thanks," Brianna said. "She just said thanks."
She turned and took off, but not so quickly that she missed the strange new boy saying, "That's not the truth."
What it means:
* The thing Dekka whispered was clearly "I love you." (because spoilers they talk about it in the next book)
* I... WHAT...?
* what?????
* girls????? Dekka????
* panic panic panic panic panic
Memory: Asking Jack to the McClub... kinda
Regained: Day 319 / Mulan game
Form: Teacup; pour liquid into and drink. Infinite uses.
What happened:
"Who is it?"
"The Breeze."
"What?"
"Brianna."
Jack opened the door and there she was. She was wearing a dress. It was blue and short and had thin straps. He blurted the first thing that popped into his head. "How can you run in that?"
"What?"
"Um—"
"I can run—"
"I didn't—"
"No biggie—"
"I need a router," he said. That put an end to the confusing cross-talk.
"A what? A router?"
"Yes," Jack said. "I can't, uh, you know, make it all work without a serious router."
Brianna considered that for a moment, then, "Do I look stupid in this dress?"
"No. You don't look stupid."
"Thanks," she said with heavy sarcasm. "I'm so glad to know I don't look stupid."
"Okay," he said, and felt stupid himself.
"Well, I was just going to the club. I have some batteries. That's all."
"Oh. Good."
"And?"
Jack shrugged, mystified. "And… so… have fun?"
Brianna stared at him for a very long five seconds without looking awy. And then she was a blur. Gone.
What it means:
* BOYS ARE SO DUMB gosh just compliment me and make me feel pretty and cool :I!!!
++ more relationship confusiooon
Memory: The evil one comes with a whip
Regained: Day 320 / Jorji game
Form: Walnut-sized blue glass ball. You must shatter the ball to get the memory. The pieces will disappear afterwards. One use. (1/1)
What happened:
Jack was also at Brianna's, but she didn't think that was really Sam's business, or anyone's. Jack was doing a little better. The flu seemed to have a short shelf life, just one of those twenty-four hour-hour things. Jack had stopped coughing quite so spectacularly. The walls and floor were safe again. Besides, one of Jack's charming quirks was that if it wasn't on a computer screen, he pretty much didn't see it. So she doubted he would notice their new roomie unless she came with a USB port in her head.
Sam had also asked Brianna not to do anything other than feed Brittney, maybe help her wash up a little, though the closest thing to a shower now was walking into the surf.
"Don't ask her questions," Sam had said quite clearly.
"Why not?"
"Because we may not want to hear the answers," he had muttered. Then, he amended that. "Look, we don't want to stress her, okay? Something very weird has happened. We don't know if this is some kind of freak thing or something else. Either way, she's been through a lot."
"You think?" Brianna had asked. "What with being dead and buried and all?"
Sam sighed, but tolerantly. "If anyone's going to question her, it probably shouldn't be me. And definitely not you."
Brianna knew what he was saying. Despite keeping Brittney under wraps, Sam probably figured it would all have to come out soon enough. And he probably figured if anyone was going to question Brittney, it should be Astrid. Well…
"So, Brittney, how are you?" Brianna asked. She had been up for a few minutes, which was a long time for Brianna. In a few minutes she had been able to run down to the shore, fill a gallon jug with salt water, and run back to the house. Brittney was still in the room where Brianna had put her. Still on the bed. Still lying there, eyes open. Brianna wondered if she'd slept at all.
Did zombies sleep?
Brittney sat up in the bed. Brianna set the water down on the nightstand.
"You want to wash up?"
The sheets were smeared with mud, which wasn't much dirtier than they usually were. It was amazingly hard to get things clean by swooshing them around in the ocean, even when you could swoosh at super speed like Brianna. Things still came out kind of dirty. And crusty with salt. And scratchy. And they gave you rashed.
Brittney sort of smiled, showing her dirty braces. But she showed no interest in cleaning up.
"Okay, let me help out." Brianna took a dirty old T-shirt off the floor and dipped it in the water. She rubbed at some mud on Brittney's shoulder. The mud came off. But Brittney's skin did not come clean.
Brianna rubbed some more. More mud came off. No clean skin showed through.
Brianna felt a chill. Brianna wasn't scared of much. She had grown accustomed to the fact that her super speed rendered her almost invulnerable, unstoppable. She had gone toe-to-toe with Caine and walked away laughing. But this was just plain disturbing.
Brianna swallowed hard. She wiped again. And again, the same thing.
"Okay," Brianna said softly. "Brittney, I think maybe it's, like, time for you to tell me what's going on with you. Because I'd like to know whether you're sitting there thinking you'd like to eat my brain."
"Your brain?" Brittney asked.
"Yeah. I mean, come on, Brittney. You're a zombie. Let's face it. I'm not supposed to use that word, but someone who rises from the dead and climbs up out of their grave and walks among us: that's a zombie."
"I'm not a zombie," Brittney said calmly. "I'm an angel."
"Ah."
"I called upon the Lord in my tribulation and he heard me. Tanner went to Him and asked Him to save me."
Brianna considered that for a moment. "Well, I guess it's better than being a zombie."
"Give me your hand," Brittney said.
Brianna hesitated. She told herself if Brittney tried to bite it, she could snatch it back before she sank her teeth in. Brianna extended her hand. Brittney took it. She pulled it toward her, but not toward her mouth. Instead, she placed Brianna's hand against her chest.
"Do you feel it?"
"Feel what?" Brianna asked.
"The quiet. I have no heartbeat."
Brianna felt cold. But not as cold as Brittney. Brianna kept her hand in place. She felt no vibration. No heartbeat.
"I don't breathe, either," Brittney said.
"No?" Brianna whispered.
"God saved me," Brittney said earnestly. "He heard my prayers and He saved me to do His will."
"Brittney, you're… you were down there in the ground for a long time."
"Very long," Brittney said. She frowned. The frown made creases in the mud that smeared her face. The mud that could not be cleaned off.
"So, you must be hungry, right?" Brianna asked, returning to her primary concern.
"I don't need to eat. Before, I took water. I swallowed it, but I didn't feel it go down. And I realized…"
"What?"
"That I didn't need it."
"Okay."
Brittney smiled her metal smile again. "So, I don't want to eat your brain, Brianna."
"That's good," Brianna said. "So… what do you want to do?"
"The end is coming, Brianna," Brittney said. "It's why my prayers were answered. It's why Tanner and I came back."
"You and… okay. When you say 'the end,' what's that mean?"
"The prophet is already among us. She will lead us from this place. She will lead us to our Lord, out of bondage."
"Good," Brianna said dryly. "I just hope the food's better there."
"Oh, it is," Brittney said enthusiastically. "It's cake and cheeseburgers and everything you could ever want."
"So you're the prophet?"
"No, no," Brittney said with modestly downcast eyes. "I am not the prophet. I am an angel of the Lord. I am the avenger of the Lord, come to destroy the evil one."
"Which evil one? We have a few. Are we talking pitchforks?"
Brittney smiled, but this time her braces did not show. It was a cool, wintry smile, a secret smile. "This demon does not have a pitchfork, Brianna. The evil one comes with a whip."
Brianna considered this for several seconds.
"I have someplace I have to be," Brianna said. She left as quickly as only she could.
What it means:
* WOW BRITTNEY IS CREEPY AS HELL
* still no explanation about how she and Drake ended up in the same body but w/e
* zombies :(
Memory: Kick ass, Breeze
Regained: Day 328 / Darkness game
Form: Pluck the petals to receive your memories. 7 uses. (6/7 left)
What happened:
Lana said, "Brianna, no! You're not done healing."
"What, this?" Brianna pointed at her disfigured face. "Pff. Just a flesh wound." She winked with her good eye. "Where's my stuff?"
Lana nodded toward a pile in the corner: the familiar modified runner's backpack with the sawed-off shotgun and machete.
"Kick ass, Breeze," Lana said, but she was talking to air.
Down the hall in a second. Down the steps in less. Through the lobby. And now she could really turn on the speed as she blew down the hill, tripped, and went tumbling head over heels.
Brianna did not get up with super speed. She stood slowly. Both knees were bleeding, as were the palms of her hands. Brianna touched her swollen eyes.
"Depth perception, Breeze," she chided herself. "Depth perception."
She slowed through town, doing no more than sixty miles an hour down Ocean Boulevard past a darkening sea that was just swallowing the sun. She hung a hard right on San Pablo, blew through the town plaza, slowing just enough to hear the fierce cheers of "Breeeeze!" from shooters positioned in windows and on rooftops. She gave them a jaunty wave.
She hit the highway and cranked a left toward the sound of gunfire, passed a fleeing kid, noticed that the entire north-west was on fire and the air smelled of smoke, yanked out her machete, and had merely enough time to think, This could go bad, before she saw Gaia and Orc.
Gaia had a hand on Orc's throat, and Orc, forced to his knees, was punching air as Gaia twisted her head this way and that to dodge blows. Gaia was laughing. Her blue eyes were alight.
Brianna blurred to a stop.
"Hey. Gaia. Remember me?"
Gaia tossed Orc aside as though he weighed no more than a toy.
What it means:
* Oh kids were cheering for me :>
* But why isn't my face messed up in Aather?
* Hmm. Hmm. Hm...m...