There was anger and loss and fear inside Aoife. Before she could be confronted with anything by anyone, she turned to the place where it had all started. The place that might still want her. No, the place that offered her a place, probably firmly beneath Nerium Grimhilde, but right now Aoife would accept it.
There was a song between the trees, making her light on her feet. Had things been really so awful? Had people been hurt? Had this Aoife been better than that Aoife?
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Date: 2015-05-19 10:09 am (UTC)There was a song between the trees, making her light on her feet. Had things been really so awful? Had people been hurt? Had this Aoife been better than that Aoife?