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[May 4] [Original] Page on the Ferry
Title: Page on the Ferry
Day/Theme: May 4, 2010 "Down an ocean road"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Page, Bashir, Saselia, etc.
Rating: G
Page was clearly anxious to be the first one on the ferry, as though she might lose her chance by dallying too long. Bashir was sure no one was in such a hurry that she would be left behind. The ferry didn't move that fast. He had thought for a while on the road that Page had managed to progress through the worst of her grief, but now he saw she was still just as worked up as before. Had she only been smiling and chatting with them for their behalf? It couldn't be the best thing for her, but it made him think she was more mature than him, so he would refrain from airing his opinion. In her place, he doubted he could do the same.
"Thank you, Mr. Fado," she was saying when Bashir's mind returned fully to the present, "And you too, Saselia and Bashir and Mr. Simcha too. You were all a wonderful crutch for me as I gathered my thoughts and trod the road toward home."
"Oh, Page, if you need to cry again, you can cry!" Saselia burst out sentimentally, throwing her arms around the small girl.
"I- I don't need to cry!" Page insisted, even as she hugged Saselia back, tears gushing up in the corners of her eyes.
"Heave ho! Watch your feet!" one of the ferrymen called as they pulled up alongside the dock and tossed down the gangplank. It clattered awkwardly against the boards and Page jumped back, letting go of Saselia to avoid it. Bashir suspected she wouldn't have been hit, but out of reflex, he backed away as well, so he wouldn't complain. Caught up in the action around her, it was easier for Page to fight her sorrow. She was tired of crying- the pain in her heart and her head and her sinuses would be unpleasant to repeat, but she knew she was not through the woods yet. ...But she had had more than enough of it here. She would wait until she was back safely on Catalonia's welcoming soil before letting loose any more tears.
From out of her bag she pulled the ticket she had purchases upon their arrival in the town and hastened to be the first to hand it to the head ferryman. He ripped it in half and she scuttle aboard. Saselia laughed nervously at how close Page remained to them although she was now on the ferry. Maybe it wasn't so impolite after all that she had rushed off like that. "Again," Page spoke up over the noise of the other passengers boarding the ferry, "Thank you, all of you. If any of you ever come to Fennacy, please feel free to look me up. I owe you a lot and I feel like all of us could be great friends."
"Take care of yourself," Saselia insisted. Simcha nodded.
There were few items to be loaded and soon enough the men began to run things in reverse, fighting to move the ferry back into the prevailing current. "Goodbye!" Saselia called several times, louder and louder as the ferry moved away. Page waved back until her arm tired and she let it rest loosely on her bag. She was still smiling as she slipped out of sight. The Ky was too wide here to see more than the faintest indication of the other bank. As easily as that, she was gone.
Day/Theme: May 4, 2010 "Down an ocean road"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Page, Bashir, Saselia, etc.
Rating: G
Page was clearly anxious to be the first one on the ferry, as though she might lose her chance by dallying too long. Bashir was sure no one was in such a hurry that she would be left behind. The ferry didn't move that fast. He had thought for a while on the road that Page had managed to progress through the worst of her grief, but now he saw she was still just as worked up as before. Had she only been smiling and chatting with them for their behalf? It couldn't be the best thing for her, but it made him think she was more mature than him, so he would refrain from airing his opinion. In her place, he doubted he could do the same.
"Thank you, Mr. Fado," she was saying when Bashir's mind returned fully to the present, "And you too, Saselia and Bashir and Mr. Simcha too. You were all a wonderful crutch for me as I gathered my thoughts and trod the road toward home."
"Oh, Page, if you need to cry again, you can cry!" Saselia burst out sentimentally, throwing her arms around the small girl.
"I- I don't need to cry!" Page insisted, even as she hugged Saselia back, tears gushing up in the corners of her eyes.
"Heave ho! Watch your feet!" one of the ferrymen called as they pulled up alongside the dock and tossed down the gangplank. It clattered awkwardly against the boards and Page jumped back, letting go of Saselia to avoid it. Bashir suspected she wouldn't have been hit, but out of reflex, he backed away as well, so he wouldn't complain. Caught up in the action around her, it was easier for Page to fight her sorrow. She was tired of crying- the pain in her heart and her head and her sinuses would be unpleasant to repeat, but she knew she was not through the woods yet. ...But she had had more than enough of it here. She would wait until she was back safely on Catalonia's welcoming soil before letting loose any more tears.
From out of her bag she pulled the ticket she had purchases upon their arrival in the town and hastened to be the first to hand it to the head ferryman. He ripped it in half and she scuttle aboard. Saselia laughed nervously at how close Page remained to them although she was now on the ferry. Maybe it wasn't so impolite after all that she had rushed off like that. "Again," Page spoke up over the noise of the other passengers boarding the ferry, "Thank you, all of you. If any of you ever come to Fennacy, please feel free to look me up. I owe you a lot and I feel like all of us could be great friends."
"Take care of yourself," Saselia insisted. Simcha nodded.
There were few items to be loaded and soon enough the men began to run things in reverse, fighting to move the ferry back into the prevailing current. "Goodbye!" Saselia called several times, louder and louder as the ferry moved away. Page waved back until her arm tired and she let it rest loosely on her bag. She was still smiling as she slipped out of sight. The Ky was too wide here to see more than the faintest indication of the other bank. As easily as that, she was gone.