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Lift Off!

Hands slid beneath her arms and lifted her from the seat, warmth meeting her front-side. When she opened her eyes, not needing to squint due to how low the sun was in the horizon, she looked up to find her father. The sight of his familiar face, the small amount of scruff that was scattered along his jaw, and the arm that was securely curled under her rump to support her was enough to let her relax against his chest. She could feel each breath he took against her cheek, and her eyes began to again grow heavy. 

It wasn't until she heard an unfamiliar voice call her father's name that she opened her eyes, with discomfort soon following. 

"You brought the child, Jerome?"

Jerome, her father, nodded in response. 

The man at the door appeared pleased, though she failed to see many signs of emotion from his hard face. Her small hands curled into fists upon being carried into the building the car had stopped alongside as she hid against her father's chest. She found a small amount of comfort when his arm tightened slightly around her, holding her closer. 

Jerome followed the man who had greeted them at the door, which had clicked shut with an automatic sound behind them. The lights above were dim, and by the time they entered through another door, her eyes had finally adjusted. Her feet met the floor though she clung to her father's jacket uncomfortably and with obvious anxiety, tears springing to her eyes at the thought of being left in such a frightening place.

"Lilah, let go. I won't be long." 

He gently pried her fingers away from his jacket, holding her small hands in his own large ones. With a comforting smile to his daughter, Jerome reminded her of the lilac colored ribbon she wore that was wrapped around her wrist by pressing a finger on the middle of the bow. Seeing that she was comforted at least slightly by this, he stood, and exited the room. 

Left on her own, Lilah slowly surveyed the room. The walls were a boring shade of brown, and the only furniture in the room was a sofa accompanied by a chair across from it. Climbing onto the sofa, she nestled into the corner and pulled her knees to her chest. Silence quickly filled the room due to the lack of movement. Lowering her head to rest her chin on her knees, she could just begin to hear the conversation that was taking place outside of the room. 

"She's not ready for it... it's too much."

The voice of the man at the door could be heard next.

"How long do you expect us to wait? ... doesn't have any patience..."

"... soon," it was her father's voice once more, "... won't be pleased."

Suddenly the voices stopped. For what seemed to be an eternity there was silence, a complete and utter kind. Sleep began to call to her despite her will to remain conscious, her head beginning to bob down before being jerked upright once more until it was near impossible to keep her eyes pried open. Finally the door opened, and a voice reached to her, accompanied by the touch of fingers brushing across her cheek. Her name rolled from his tongue in a way that sent a shiver down her spine. She had never heard such a voice before, and it echoed in her ears, at first in an unpleasant manner. Focus began to leave her at that point, and slipped from her grasp as easily as water fell between her fingers. The consciousness she had clung to left her at an alarming rate, and before she could set her gaze upon the male whose voice reached her ears, her eyes had involuntarily closed. A warm hand guided her head to rest upon a cushion of the sofa, and a few softly whispered words tickled her ear before all thought escaped.

"Sleep well, my precious Lilac."