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Reverie softened to see the woman's hunched shoulders and hesitant demeanor, reminded suddenly of herself and her first days in these strange lands. She smiled at the greeting, though it didn't quite reach her eyes, and gathered up the squirrel before she stepped forward to meet the silvered wolf. The woman truly was beautiful...
But it was so very bright, the gilded girl could hardly focus. She dropped the squirrel as she neared, swinging it slightly so it would land closer to the stranger; an offering of friendship, but it was for Reverie's own sake, too. She didn't think she could stand to be near it any longer, much less eat it. Even now, Reverie remained thin, often unable to eat and unwilling even when those rare times came.
She blinked, and her gaze wandered back toward the sky. The sea was singing to her, but she was too focused to really hear it. There was something blooming in the distance, something vast and incomprehensible, but so far away for now that it was little more than a thin stain crawling across the horizon. Reverie shivered.