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[futures_of_ash]

She doesn't look innocent when she sleeps. Far from in fact, she's curled far more akin to a hound than a human, cheek cradled on her towel. Her wet hair is spread in the grass like blood, her scarred back turned towards a small fire that leaps and jumps tiredly in the growing night.

There's a plate with lunch on it as well, a sandwich with a few bites taken, a bit of fruit...it seems that the call to sleep was too great after her swim though...so, Rachel is asleep by the lake, there's room enough at the fire for more though.

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[mogget_cat]

*It makes him smile. His little hummed song is of cool grass and warm sunshine, the drowsy song of grasshoppers that sings in the air which is heavy with the scent of gardenia blooms.*

*A quiet song. A song of sleep. Of going back to sleep, if she wishes, with the promise that it will be a peaceful sleep, if he can make it so.*

[futures_of_ash]

And she sings of exhaustion through the mind, of long night spent awake and listening to frogs near the lake. And of trust, something offers to very few, and Yrael being one of the only non-family to gain it.

She sits up long enough to press a warm kiss to his cheek before ketting her eyes drift closed again.