Dawnlark Plains please don't dress in black when you're at his wake

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The desire to flee from the Saatsine came in the morning, pre-dawn, as she was roused from a particularly dark dream. The spasm of anxiety which pulsed through her, lifting her to her feet and causing her to extricate herself from Cen's sleeping-place, fueled her jolting run in to the wetlands.

Once there she felt the equally overwhelming urge to urinate, and did—but the smell of this, coupled with her internal upset, caused her stomach to churn. Up came last evening's scraps with a flourish of bile. As she licked her lips clean she looked tentatively over one shoulder as if to gauge her surroundings for danger.

It had been in her head — it had only been a dream. The everdark was far, far from here. And, yet...