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Her gait had slowly begun to steady; the dizziness subsided in stages, and Reverie felt that soon she would be ready to move forward. Soon, but not yet. In the mean time, she felt almost trapped. Stagnant.

It was driving her a little mad. So she set off alone, circling the outskirts of the quiet woodland as if she meant to stake a claim of her own. Repetitive, soothing work — and perhaps she would learn something too, perhaps she would find something.