[ It was definitely not the sort of book she expected to see Leslie paging through. Ursula knew on some vague level what had happened in the north, but hadn't tried to pry much further than the base details. She knew what had happened, but she didn't really know who did what, only that it had been quite a dangerous situation, and honestly she probably would have scolded Leslie for getting involved, too, had she known, and yet...
The connection between what Leslie was reading and what might have happened to her out there didn't quite settle in her mind where she thought it would. That expression was telling, after all... almost like peering into Polaris and seeing a reflection of a small Chariot and her own struggles...
She sat herself down across from Leslie, a medium roast with sweet cream made for herself, and let out a soft hum. ]
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The connection between what Leslie was reading and what might have happened to her out there didn't quite settle in her mind where she thought it would. That expression was telling, after all... almost like peering into Polaris and seeing a reflection of a small Chariot and her own struggles...
She sat herself down across from Leslie, a medium roast with sweet cream made for herself, and let out a soft hum. ]
Interesting homework you have, today, Leslie...