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milliways_bar2013-03-09 03:06 am
janisthorn) wrote in milliways_bar2013-03-09 03:06 am
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It's been a while since Leela has been active in the bar proper. But she's been to Milliways from time to time. In between her battles and adventures with the Doctor, she has returned to its forest to hunt. However much the Doctor tries, he won't ever be able to take that hunter's instinct away from her. It is as great a freedom to her as all of space and time.
Leela had never hunted in the winter before. She scarcely even knew what it was. She had had to make herself new and thicker skins. She had almost grown accustomed to it after a while. She did not ask why it had happened - she had simply thought it another of the strange and inexplicable happenings of this place. That there was a forest at all was strange enough - she certainly knew nothing of its seasons.
But here is something different again. The snow has ceased falling from the sky. Instead, there's a soft rain. It's colder than anything that ever fell over the forests of the Sevateem. But it's warmer than anything that has fallen on these forests in many months. It pounds and buffets the ever-retreating snowbanks. The snow that is left is choked by leaves and grit.
Yet she has set her crossbow down. Leela's eyes widen as she smiles at the beautiful filth of not-spring-just-yet.
Botherable.
Leela had never hunted in the winter before. She scarcely even knew what it was. She had had to make herself new and thicker skins. She had almost grown accustomed to it after a while. She did not ask why it had happened - she had simply thought it another of the strange and inexplicable happenings of this place. That there was a forest at all was strange enough - she certainly knew nothing of its seasons.
But here is something different again. The snow has ceased falling from the sky. Instead, there's a soft rain. It's colder than anything that ever fell over the forests of the Sevateem. But it's warmer than anything that has fallen on these forests in many months. It pounds and buffets the ever-retreating snowbanks. The snow that is left is choked by leaves and grit.
Yet she has set her crossbow down. Leela's eyes widen as she smiles at the beautiful filth of not-spring-just-yet.
Botherable.