[The deer makes a frightened sound, almost like a child's cry, and scampers back behind the statue. It looks at her, wounded. Brown eyes deep and afraid.]
Wait– (she doesn't come any closer, she just crouches down so she can be a little more on his level instead. hands up, palms facing outward.) Sorry, I– didn't mean to do that.
(that tickles...... abby snorts with soft laughter, and gently rubs her thumb over his cheek, watching him.
the images that flash through her mind momentarily don't make a lot of sense to her. is lev trying to tell her that he's only sleeping? what does the field mean? her brow furrows slightly, and though she knows it's going to get her that face again, she admits:)
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abby is the one who starts, and swipes instinctively back, catch the deer's budding horns with her hand when she smacks at it.)
Hey!
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Wait– (she doesn't come any closer, she just crouches down so she can be a little more on his level instead. hands up, palms facing outward.) Sorry, I– didn't mean to do that.
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The same feeling when Lev doesn't take to one of her jokes. It inches forward a bit anyway.]
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abby slowly drops her hands, content to wait him out.)
You're still coming back, right. (she sounds like she's joking, but her shoulders are rigid.) Or are you just a deer, now.
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Images flash in her mind: a sleeping face, a field, their house in Deerington.]
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the images that flash through her mind momentarily don't make a lot of sense to her. is lev trying to tell her that he's only sleeping? what does the field mean? her brow furrows slightly, and though she knows it's going to get her that face again, she admits:)
I don't understand.