Simon's smiling, and Gabriel's speaking with fluent assurance and his own smiles for the crowd -- and one for his daughter just a few moments ago, and River smiled back and she meant it then, bright and proud and conspiratorial.
But she's not smiling now.
"Simon," she whispers under a ripple of laughter at Gabriel's latest dry witticism. "I hear thunder."
The sky she's staring at is a clear and perfect blue.
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Simon's smiling, and Gabriel's speaking with fluent assurance and his own smiles for the crowd -- and one for his daughter just a few moments ago, and River smiled back and she meant it then, bright and proud and conspiratorial.
But she's not smiling now.
"Simon," she whispers under a ripple of laughter at Gabriel's latest dry witticism. "I hear thunder."
The sky she's staring at is a clear and perfect blue.