The dark-haired woman doesn't answer. She watches the star for a moment, her expression vague and almost blank, then shaking her head she turns to walk back the way she came.
She turns to look over her shoulder, then spares one last glance at Tristran, before she walks on, slowly becoming a silhouette.
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Date: 2007-08-09 05:21 am (UTC)She turns to look over her shoulder, then spares one last glance at Tristran, before she walks on, slowly becoming a silhouette.
And then she is taken by the night.