River doesn't glance at Galadan. Doesn't answer aloud.
But her chin lifts in what might be a nod, and she's sprinting flat-out, ignoring the darkness and the shouts, running for the stage with never a glance down the aisle. Not yet.
If anyone could see through Galadan's darkness, they'd see her grab the edge of the stage and yank herself up in a leap and tumbling roll that's half dance and half judo and entirely efficient; it carries her to her feet in one motion, and she doesn't stop.
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Date: 2007-07-27 06:00 am (UTC)But her chin lifts in what might be a nod, and she's sprinting flat-out, ignoring the darkness and the shouts, running for the stage with never a glance down the aisle. Not yet.
If anyone could see through Galadan's darkness, they'd see her grab the edge of the stage and yank herself up in a leap and tumbling roll that's half dance and half judo and entirely efficient; it carries her to her feet in one motion, and she doesn't stop.