"Mmhmm," she confirmed, leaning against him as much as the tree, now, welcoming the solid warmth of him beside her with a little pleased sigh. "It's like...bubbles under my skin. It tickled." Though she'd settled for the moment, maybe sensing the change, holding still for her father's touch for a moment. At least that was how Lydia liked to picture it in her head.
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Date: 2010-10-12 04:56 pm (UTC)