( Hers is a lonely figure in the shifting fog, catching his eye as he walks up the path toward the church. He hasn't come around this way much, accustomed as he is to holding his spiritual beliefs close to heart, no church required, and he slows as he comes nearer to what passes for the cemetery gate.
Maybe she'd like to be left alone. It's the first thought that comes to mind, the one that makes him hesitate. In their colorless surroundings, her reddening face is like a small sun, a glimpse of anguish, maybe, and that makes him forget any notion to let her be. )
La'an?
( McCoy calls quietly, just so he won't spook her as he wends his way among the markers toward her. )
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Maybe she'd like to be left alone. It's the first thought that comes to mind, the one that makes him hesitate. In their colorless surroundings, her reddening face is like a small sun, a glimpse of anguish, maybe, and that makes him forget any notion to let her be. )
La'an?
( McCoy calls quietly, just so he won't spook her as he wends his way among the markers toward her. )