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She'd forgotten how it feels to be surrounded by life. Perhaps that explains why she was away so long. Perhaps it explains why she's back so soon.

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"The moon?"

She ghosts her fingers over the dice, carefully not touching Goldy's hand.

"Doubles. If you roll one first, the truth you want. If mine is the double, I shall take what I will."

She scrutinizes the dice for a few moments more, then nods her head in solemn agreement.

"Doubles it is. That doesn't sound too bad." Almost win-win, unless I'm dreadfully mistaken.

She closes her fingers and cups the gaming pieces between both palms, giving a little shake, pausing and blowing into the space through her thumbs—not for any real reason. She's never been blessed with great fortune, nor does she consider herself particularly ill-fated, so, she just plays the odds. Without further ado she lightly casts them out onto the bar top, where they bounce and roll with that comforting resonance of hard

material on lacquered wood, and finally come to rest...

On a seven, and a three. And the dots shift for a moment, blur as the dice and the Universe realises that's impossible, that can't be, and the dice add up to nine, this time.

Green eyes are hard to read.

Goldy looks at the altered result impassively.

"Shame. A decent point to come out with though." If they were playing craps.

She lifts her beer and smiles softly at the goddess. "Okay, gorgeous. Show me what you can do."

She takes the dice, which flicker and change and for a moment, too fast to be sure, the dice are gone and a snake twines itself around her wrist. Then that, too, has gone and the dice are rolled and a two, snake eyes staring up from the table.

She smiles, and leans forward, and touches her tongue - deliberately, delicately - to the very centre of Goldy's lower lip.

Then that, too, has gone. As has she.

Initial wonderment and slight amusement fade into a frustrated eye roll. She tastes that tiny spot on her lip then erases the sensory memory with the last of her beer.

Goldilocks is not a pawn, or a mere play thing, for anyone.

Perhaps she'll have better luck next time...

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