Living Amid the Myths

[Young Rain is once again in a dark corner of an old building. This time she's holding one of the small children in her arms. It doesn't take much more than a glance to realize that the child is dead. The little boy is abnormally still and hangs oddly in her arms as Rain cries over him.]



City Rain sits curled up on her bed, holding onto the bunny Mat gave her for Christmas as she cries again for the loss of the little boy. "I couldn't help him," she whispers.

*Singing in Lakota*

Hi, crows! Hi, trees! Hi, Grandfather Sun!

This is a very funny house! I like it very much!

Mommy? Are you here?



[ooc: Rain is 4, shortly before her mother died. She'll remember her friends here, but not seem to notice anything odd about being little.]

I'm cursed today, I know I am, I can feel it.

But I have no blood on me. I was sure I would.

...

I don't understand.

I... it makes my head hurt to try and think about it.

I'm going up to the roof of the Library. Maybe the wind and the sun will make my head feel better.

I was just heading home when I read that there had been an attack in the forest and everyone should be careful, so I thought maybe I better not go home.

Just telling people so no one will be worried. I'll stay in the Library or maybe up on the roof so I'm still with the stars.

I found a dead hummingbird today. It kind of makes me worried because hummingbirds are sort of magical, you know? They bring open hearts and joy and help create families and the death of one - well that kind of suggests sadness and grief and the closing off of hearts and that Bad Things are coming.

I set it out carefully on a bed of leaves and left a red flower by it so it would be comfortable as it moves on and sang to it, but I still feel sad.

I did not like yesterday.

It was sad and scary and all the everything hurt my head.

I didn't even look at the network because it was Not Good.

I hope everyone I care about is okay and I hope today is nicer.

What happened to the weekend?

I... I think perhaps I was sick. I can't really remember anything after Friday night except some very odd dreams. And even they are pretty fuzzy and far-away.

Maybe I just slept in my corner in the library all weekend somehow? I still feel a little off-balance and uncertain of myself.

Mr. Stark - I mean, Tony - I am sorry I did not show up for my job this weekend. I'm terribly sorry and I'll work twice as hard this week to make up for it.

Was there anything else I failed to do for anyone? Please let me know and I'll try and fix it.


[ooc: Rain doesn't remember being cursed. Her brain, broken though it is, is kind enough to keep that from her.]

Dear Library,

I do adore you! And I think you like me, too. I haven't felt so welcome or safe anywhere in a really really long time!

Ocean Rain
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Dear Iron Man,

Thank you again so much for taking me flying. I dreamed about it last night, dancing over the water, low enough to feel the spray, and I woke up ever so happy. I found a helmet and better clothes so I will be all set for another flight sometime.

I wish I could do something for you in exchange. I'd offer to cook a meal for you, but, well, that would require a place to cook and a make-shift lean-to in the woods wouldn't exactly work so well. I'll think of something, though!

Love,
Ocean Rain
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Dear Luke,

I think you are the kindest person I know!

Love,
Rain - actually, it's Ocean or Ocean Rain, right now, but I didn't know if you'd recognize my new name.
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Dear City,

If I get quiet enough and maybe high up enough at night sometime, will you whisper me your stories? I would like to know more about you!

Love,
Ocean Rain