Shy Deer Steppes trying to figure out this life

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The first to meet her was a stranger. Beautiful and strange, with a mouth full of phrases Jasmine didn't understand, nor cared to answer. Others might have been intrigued. Jasmine shrank back and felt her hackles raise in defence, on the principle of stranger danger alone. With Nyra she had reacted a little differently. Nyra had been like her. This one looked lupine enough - but enough for Jasmine to shake the feeling that this woman was something otherworldly.

Before she could say or do anything, another voice hit her from behind, like sunlight streaming through an overcast sky. Jasmine spun around but did not have to turn very far before a familiar face stole in the space between her and the stranger. Her knight in golden armour. Jasmine felt relief wash through her, and she unravelled like a spool of string.

"Bridget!" she said, and just about cried again. Instead, she skittered to her saviour and offered her kisses in any place she could reach. In large part an outpouring of her great relief, and in another, to make certain that she was actually real.