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With the obnoxious medical droid gone, the room fell into a somber silence. Everyone in the crew was watching Ezra, but none of them could find the heart to speak.
Until Hera.
"You really hurt yourself good, huh?"
It was quiet, yet everyone in the room heard it. Aside from Kanan, no one ever really heard her speak that softly. None of them had ever heard her speak to them while they were unconscious.
@raointean
The game: Let’s help each other’s WIP goals by playing a rousing game of WIP Ping-Pong!
The rules: If you’ve been tagged (pinged), post any number of lines from your current WIP of your choosing. If you’d like to continue the so-called ping-pong match, tag the person who pinged you (pong), as well as anyone else you’d like to play with!
Let’s see how many concurrent games we can all handle and how quickly we can get through our respective WIPs!
Tagged by: @niennawept -- thank you! This looks like fun and I needed a little nudge to work on some vexing parts of my WIP. It really has been a bit of a slog (affectionate) so far.
Here are some new lines in To Partake:
Elrond sucks in a gulp of that sea-drenched air, then lets it out as slowly as he can, squeezing his eyes shut, focusing on the sound of Lindon’s port: the shouting sailors, the creaking boats and complaining ropes, bells and horns and clopping horse-hooves, screaming gulls and lapping waves. It’s comforting, grounding. He has always liked the docks for how they remind him of Sirion, of a time when he felt safe.
So yes, yeah, we're back in Lindon this chapter wheeeeee.
friendly pings (no pressure): back at @niennawept, @the-commonplace-book & @raointean