[Fun things... Somehow, the idea feels a little foreign, but not so much. She can remember taking a few moments of peace for herself, bouncing up and down on mattresses that hadn't been too worn down for it. It was 'fun', she thinks, to listen to the music box play for a moment, and fun for a fraction of a second to see the looks of delight on the other children's faces when she had brought it to them.]
[ (and then, perhaps typically, the feeling had been ruined, lost, replaced instead by another tale, another reminder of the horrible things which could lurk in even the fun or mundane.) ]
[Her chin tilts down a little bit in her thoughts, and she finally steps out a little more from behind the tree. Finally, her gaze is torn away from Reira to look at the bright spectacle that is the carnival. It goes back and forth a few times, uncertain and confused.]
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[ (and then, perhaps typically, the feeling had been ruined, lost, replaced instead by another tale, another reminder of the horrible things which could lurk in even the fun or mundane.) ]
[Her chin tilts down a little bit in her thoughts, and she finally steps out a little more from behind the tree. Finally, her gaze is torn away from Reira to look at the bright spectacle that is the carnival. It goes back and forth a few times, uncertain and confused.]