[ P ] The Show Goes On.

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t was fascinating, listening to her sister talk. Rhiannon was a smart one, that was for sure, and Juniper wished she would one day be like her—clever and strong, brave and wise. She glanced up at Rhiannon, lingering on every word she spoke. Perhaps one day, she would shed her own shyness and reluctance, able to conjure such philosophy.

But, for now, she was as timid as ever, the anxiety the result of her tragic history. She licked her lips in uncertainty. While the stranger didn’t seem like any danger—and Rhiannon seemed to relax as well, if only a little—Juniper would take no chances. He was subdued for now, at any rate.

Juniper waited for the brief moment where she and Rhiannon made eye contact. “It’s time to go,” her glance said. “I don’t want to stay here any longer.” She then turned away, hoping that this male would not follow them. He could stay here and mind his own business, and Juniper would mind hers.

Exit Juniper.

@Rhiannon

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