[ she'd woken from her enchanted slumber with a start -- alone but for a pair of dogs (dogs?) crowding her in her bedroom. a crush of memories, brief but potent, still swirl around her thoughts and she feels almost sick when she thinks on what's happened. but there's a relief, too, in waking up here.
eventually, priorities assert themselves. she reaches out. ]
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Date: 2017-09-01 11:52 am (UTC)eventually, priorities assert themselves. she reaches out. ]
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