Hushed Willows i am infinity

Consciousness washed over her in erratic spurts, brief moments in which her senses provided snippets of information. The scents, most of all, were what reached her; her husband, and a woman she did not know. Reverie was scarcely responsive to her ministrations. An occasional whine, a weak flinch here and there.

It was when the sun rose that Reverie regained full consciousness, and she did so with a start and a little shriek. That man — the cat —

But they were not here; only the lingering scents of them on her coat and the wounds she bore indicated that they had ever been real.

Who - Reverie coughed, her throat painfully dry; she had not been able to take much water before, not while she was barely conscious. She started to cry, but she started to regain her bearings, too. Her eyes focused more fully on the woman, a striking stranger in autumnal gold and red. You - you helped me, Not so much a question as a realization spoken aloud; her eyes softened, though the tears still flowed. Thank you.

Her eyes found her leg next. She felt her heart in her throat, tightening. My leg - I - I'll never dance again. Reverie looked up at the woman again. I fell. There was - there was a cat, chasing me... Grief rose hot and stinging in her throat, and she choked back a sob with her last words.

I'll never dance again.