Of course she's not, she's all sleek. Sleek hair, sleek curves, not the Dag's wayward locks, her pointy slimness. But the colour of the woman's hair and her height had tricked her into thinking she'd seen her sister, like a wretched scavenger tricked by the desert into running towards water.
'Cept she'd already turned, taken some eager steps towards her, hadn't she?
Now the Splendid Angharad slows, her steps faltering into a confused limp as disappointment flares with pain from the bandaged bullet wound on her calf.
"Sorry," she says. "I thought... you were someone else."
It's why she keeps dragging herself to the docks, after seeing her son in his incubator-crib in the clinic. To see if her sisters are here. Any of them. All of them. Or Miss Giddy. Even Furiosa.
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Of course she's not, she's all sleek. Sleek hair, sleek curves, not the Dag's wayward locks, her pointy slimness. But the colour of the woman's hair and her height had tricked her into thinking she'd seen her sister, like a wretched scavenger tricked by the desert into running towards water.
'Cept she'd already turned, taken some eager steps towards her, hadn't she?
Now the Splendid Angharad slows, her steps faltering into a confused limp as disappointment flares with pain from the bandaged bullet wound on her calf.
"Sorry," she says. "I thought... you were someone else."
It's why she keeps dragging herself to the docks, after seeing her son in his incubator-crib in the clinic. To see if her sisters are here. Any of them. All of them. Or Miss Giddy. Even Furiosa.
But there's no one.