[It's been a quiet day at the Hughes house. Gracia had heard about this. Had heard that they'd taken Elicia once before. But that... didn't make the reality of it any easier to bare. For a long time, there had been no comforting her. She'd actually raged before shutting herself in her room for a long time to weep.
Today was... today was something like That Day. Not the day when they'd told her. But the day after. The day she had to get up and face the world bereft.
Except there were no arrangements to be made. There was nothing to be done. And it pressed around her like a heavy blanket, muffling everything, making each movement twice the effort.
But she makes the movement anyway - specifically, she creates the movement. She's in the process of giving the house a thorough cleaning, and has a bandanna wrapped around her hair, an old dress and apron, gloves... and is on her hands and knees, scrubbing at the front porch.]
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Today was... today was something like That Day. Not the day when they'd told her. But the day after. The day she had to get up and face the world bereft.
Except there were no arrangements to be made. There was nothing to be done. And it pressed around her like a heavy blanket, muffling everything, making each movement twice the effort.
But she makes the movement anyway - specifically, she creates the movement. She's in the process of giving the house a thorough cleaning, and has a bandanna wrapped around her hair, an old dress and apron, gloves... and is on her hands and knees, scrubbing at the front porch.]