there's an albatross around your neck

Her face was stretched into laughter, the giggles soft on her tongue and her eyes luminescent, large orbs. She could barely contain her glee as her Polly looked down at her. Her eyes, however, where oddly serious. He had spoken again at his words where a hum against her skull. She couldn't find herself, the terrible moments of reality where few and far between, and the was no clarity in her eyes, everything held a surreal glean that seemed only normal and past her ability to grasp. ?My name is Alaterverio? she declared, dragging out syllables and throwing in some new ones at her pleasure. ?Your my Polly? She declared, as through this was an irreversible fact, cutting through his words as he tried to declare himself not Polly. A strange flash of anger seemed to spur beneath her empty orbs and she set her teeth, glaring up at him. ?Polly.? She said sharply.

However, as she asked also if she was alright the clouds seemed to dissipate and the sun shone again within her features in light. ?Right. Right as rain? She declared, and, with a request for her name repeated herself in a patient tone. ?Al-a-ter-veri-o? She declared once more. She shuffled her back against the sand, feel the coolness of the water rush against her. It swept under all her body now and touched against the underside of her head. From here, it would only get deeper for her with every ripple of the water. Still, she ignored it, looking up at him with her wide, empty eyes.