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[lissla-lissar.livejournal.com]

She was ready to go and seek humans. She was. She was ready to seek other humans.

Not quite this fast, not nearly this many. Golden eyes flinch from the light, pale limbs cringe from the noise, and only the questioning noise from the long-legged, long-furred hound combined with the sight of the land outside the door causes her to move.

She flees from the front door and out the back without ever testing the wall behind her, or managing to acknowledge anyone she may have run over in her wild flight.

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[shall-go-free.livejournal.com]

"You're welcome," he repeats.

"If you'd prefer a place out of the wind, I believe the greenhouse is rather well-kept."

And there aren't many people there, particularly at this time of day.

[lissla-lissar.livejournal.com]

"Greenhouse." I remember a garden? Do I? (No). She nods, but doesn't move yet. "Does it have a wall?"

[shall-go-free.livejournal.com]

"It's glassed in, as I remember."

Something like his own garden, long ago.

[lissla-lissar.livejournal.com]

Stone walls "I don't, I don't like walls." She tells him, twisting the end of his scarf and then stopping.

[shall-go-free.livejournal.com]

"That's all right."

He certainly doesn't appear disturbed or surprised by the news.

"I was afraid of open sky, once."

[lissla-lissar.livejournal.com]

"I do not mind the sky." She informs him, as though she had not spoken of walls.

[shall-go-free.livejournal.com]

"I have learned not to."

It is simple truth, that.

Or maybe it was never quite the sky that he feared.