[ Sabine continues her careful, calm steps. The measured nature of her approach. The gentle softening of her edges, even as they flow so much wider than this form. Her being an ocean, a cosmos, compared to that of this body chosen for Jack and her life with him. Dreams, and time, and memory without end, all of them endless and smooth as silk both forward and back into eternity, ringed in sympathy and sadness but even more so in duty and a willingness to do so much to meet the mark of that arduous duty.
The empty child universe of space within her now that it was done. Centuries of work completed, and still here she stood.
Still a Keeper, even if Earth didn't need her now. (This place might.) That was fine. Jack still did.
And wanted her besides. More importantly. ]
You're new here. There's no need to be scared.
[ That is not so much true, but Sabine's take on danger versus everyone's around her is very different. Sabine held out her hand, delicate and slim, an offering between them. Calm and slow, as though toward a bird or a butterfly that might take flight at any moment. ]
no subject
The empty child universe of space within her now that it was done.
Centuries of work completed, and still here she stood.
Still a Keeper, even if Earth didn't need her now.
(This place might.) That was fine. Jack still did.
And wanted her besides.
More importantly. ]
You're new here. There's no need to be scared.
[ That is not so much true, but Sabine's take on danger versus everyone's around her is very different. Sabine held out her hand, delicate and slim, an offering between them. Calm and slow, as though toward a bird or a butterfly that might take flight at any moment. ]