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| Moira Darling | Jul 15 2008, 12:21 AM |
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"It is and she was so wonderful. Kind and beautiful, and wise. Just like we had heard." Moira clasped her hands together, hurrying forward a few steps to Slightly. Her eyes shone bright with the memory, her head filled with another story to tell them later that night as the boys fell asleep in their beds. She had little time to speak more though the boys rushed towards Peter and she moved out of their way, watching them from a distance as they all clamored to touch the stone he held, the one they had travelled so far to get. And she was beyond thankful to see them all when they returned, having worried endlessly over their welfare with Peter gone and Hook on the loose. They seemed to part as one by one they touched the stone until Peter was left standing alone, the boys taking their places amongst the trees and stumps of the area. Moira watched him as he held out the stone, her child's face doing its best to hold the emotions of a mother. "But, Peter," She insisted with a shake of her head, taking a step closer to him. "Everyone must grow up at some point." The disappointed voices of the Lost Boys could be heard moaning in the trees around them. Looking into Peter's eyes, she finally relented. "But I guess a small touch won't hurt." And as all the boys cheered, Moira reached out and touched the stone herself smiling as she did. |
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