River watches him as he pushes himself to his feet; watches his knees, after he's standing.
Breath in, and out.
River is a dancer, and she always will be a dancer in spite of whatever else she is too. So when she does finally move, it's to rise from her crouch in a single fluid motion, her eyes on something indefinable in the stretch of ground between tree and fence.
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Date: 2006-10-04 03:54 pm (UTC)Breath in, and out.
River is a dancer, and she always will be a dancer in spite of whatever else she is too. So when she does finally move, it's to rise from her crouch in a single fluid motion, her eyes on something indefinable in the stretch of ground between tree and fence.