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writing_shadows(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.
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.
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