(Promethean) It will out. (3 word challenge)

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(Again, a combination of two requests: truth, strange, family, fury, beauty [given twice].)

You can see that she's upset, although there is no fury, no passion - a strange lack in a Galatean. She simply sits on the floor with her knees tucked up to her chin, staring at her feet. She looks forlorn, resigned - a perfect picture of these emotions. You could paint her like this and people would find her beauty more poignant than usual. Her heartbreak softens her.

Her throngmates - her family, if such a thing exists for these creatures - speak in the kitchen, but you can hear them. You can see that she can hear them too, but still she stares at the ground, unmoving and unmoved.

She has made her decision. You aren't sure which is the truth: is she simply unwilling to accept change, or is her throngmate somehow replaced?

Time will tell.

(Lost) Snow, sun, security (3 words from becky_spence)

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The zoo. Why did I say the zoo?

I stared at the snow leopard as children screamed past. High pitched wails from spoiled brats assaulted my ears. Why did I say the zoo?

We moved on. I thought about reaching out to hold his hand, but really, that would be a bit much. Last night it was acceptable to cuddle. Today my life continued.

After the zoo, I thought as I squinted into the sun, I would go home. I would take a shower in my bathroom. I would have a takeaway in my kitchen.

I'd be alone with my work. I'd bask in the security of the distance from...well, from everyone.

The zoo was just too much. I wanted to get back to my own cave. My own cage. My own comfort.