Disclaimer: I’m Eoin Colfer! *people throw tomatoes* Oh, so no one’s buying it? Fine. AF IS NOT MINE. NOT. MINE.
Well, I liked Ann’s idea, and I’ll just be starting a series of drabbles that I shall hopefully update more frequently than my other fics because… drabbles aren’t supposed to be that long. They’re all about random topics and whatnot. Enjoy!
She didn’t allow herself to think too much. In fact, she tried not to think at all, letting her focus meander on the screen and watch the jagged line that raced up and down, never pausing. Sometimes the lines were ragged, others smoother. She full well knew that she was wasting her newly-refreshed magic supply by shielding for such a long period of time, but she couldn’t be seen in a Mud Man dwelling with Mud Men all rushing about in their crisp white outfits. So she watched, just watched, until the line was barely moving, barely there. And when it finally stopped, she left, not trusting herself to keep silent when placed before the scenario of him gone.
Gone, dead, away to the supposedly better place. For the line had stopped and ceased movement, and lay dreadfully straight.