[ she takes his hand without hesitation, hopping off with no wear to the leather she'd been perched over. once grounded, she turns back to rosinante, showing him the plant in her hand. she's already begun to break off the dried up leaves, baring just the little branches. ]
Back home, my family and I had a little tradition at the end of every year. Take a bunch of twigs, make a little doll out of them, then burn it all down as a way to leave behind all the bad that's happened to you in the past year.
I thought these old plants would make for some good twigs.
Wow. Yeah, real twigs are hard to come by here, aren't they? Instead of simulation room ones. That's a cool tradition. Must feel pretty good.
[A nice tangible way to mentally rid yourself of bad shit? Yeah, he could've used that over the years. Sometimes he feels a little like his cigarettes can accomplish something like it when he's especially contemplative, but considering he gets through a pack a day or more, not all of them can have that much meaning.]
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[He smiles at her obvious relief, and offers her a hand to help her step down from the book pile.]
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Back home, my family and I had a little tradition at the end of every year. Take a bunch of twigs, make a little doll out of them, then burn it all down as a way to leave behind all the bad that's happened to you in the past year.
I thought these old plants would make for some good twigs.
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[A nice tangible way to mentally rid yourself of bad shit? Yeah, he could've used that over the years. Sometimes he feels a little like his cigarettes can accomplish something like it when he's especially contemplative, but considering he gets through a pack a day or more, not all of them can have that much meaning.]