[ Barbie's voice is quiet before she catches sight of the offered handkerchief. With a quiet but grateful 'thank you', she studies the embroidered name thoughtfully before patting at her eyes, feeling the contrast of the warmth against the brisk cold of the winter air around them.
It could just be the name of the flower, but somehow Barbie doubts that. There can be time for those questions later.
She sniffles her nose and swallows, regaining her composure and her wits about her. She's done a whole lot of crying lately, but this is still the first time she's shed a tear since arriving in this scary little town. ]
Is that what all of this is? The truth of what happened? A warning, maybe?
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[ Barbie's voice is quiet before she catches sight of the offered handkerchief. With a quiet but grateful 'thank you', she studies the embroidered name thoughtfully before patting at her eyes, feeling the contrast of the warmth against the brisk cold of the winter air around them.
It could just be the name of the flower, but somehow Barbie doubts that. There can be time for those questions later.
She sniffles her nose and swallows, regaining her composure and her wits about her. She's done a whole lot of crying lately, but this is still the first time she's shed a tear since arriving in this scary little town. ]
Is that what all of this is? The truth of what happened? A warning, maybe?