"Maybe if you slow down you won't miss it because then you'll have more time to see things," she says, and pats my arm. Her hand isn't quite as cold as you'd think after being in-sea, which is probably good for her, and I touch her hand back and smile. I know, I know, it makes sense, but...
"It's hard to slow down," I say. "I run so quickly, you see." I twist around a little, and lift my hair away from the back of my neck to show her the keyhole. "I'm not sure what to do about it, but I can't stop, you see? Not without stopping. I suppose someone could wind me up again, but what if it didn't work?"
I twist back around to look at her, and she is combing out her hair, long and silky-fine as harp strings, and white as a smile in sunlight. "Everywhere," she says. "I am meant to see the world and then come back and tell about it. So I need to go everywhere."
"That's a fine thing to be doing," I say, and I grin. "And very kind of you too, I mean. Who're you going to tell about it all?"
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Date: 2011-03-15 03:32 am (UTC)"It's hard to slow down," I say. "I run so quickly, you see." I twist around a little, and lift my hair away from the back of my neck to show her the keyhole. "I'm not sure what to do about it, but I can't stop, you see? Not without stopping. I suppose someone could wind me up again, but what if it didn't work?"
I twist back around to look at her, and she is combing out her hair, long and silky-fine as harp strings, and white as a smile in sunlight. "Everywhere," she says. "I am meant to see the world and then come back and tell about it. So I need to go everywhere."
"That's a fine thing to be doing," I say, and I grin. "And very kind of you too, I mean. Who're you going to tell about it all?"