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@ -220,15 +220,15 @@ If I Dream lifted her snout from where her gaze had drifted. "Did she know, my d
The skunk glowered. "And? If that is–" A tic briefly interrupted her, and this time she really did growl, though it appeared to be more at herself than anything. "If that is so, then why were these not known?" The skunk glowered. "And? If that is–" A tic briefly interrupted her, and this time she really did growl, though it appeared to be more at herself than anything. "If that is so, then why were these not known?"
Slow Hours straightened up and frowned at her cocladist, though, some dispassionate part of her noted, her emotions were sad, rather than angry in turn. "I apologize if that came off as in any way glib, What Right Have I, or as though I could have done anything about them. I did try to get in touch with Michelle after those nights of dreams, but she only smiled and reassured me that she would "live on". It was not until after that those words had any import." Slow Hours straightened up. "I apologize if that came off as in any way glib, What Right Have I, or as though I could have done anything about them. I did try to get in touch with Michelle after those nights of dreams, but she only smiled and reassured me that she would "live on". It was not until after that those words had any import."
What Right Have I's shoulders sagged, though she was clearly still gritting her teeth. What Right Have I's shoulders sagged, though she was clearly still gritting her teeth.
She sighed, continuing, "And perhaps it is as No Longer Myself says. They were anxious nightmares. However, they still bore the acrid tang of ill omens to me. There was a scent of premonition, and so I have slotted them neatly into that category, even if they were only caused by anxiety." She sighed, continuing, "And perhaps it is as If I Dream says. They were anxious nightmares. However, they still bore the acrid tang of ill omens to me. There was a scent of premonition, and so I have slotted them neatly into that category, even if they were only caused by anxiety."
There followed a long moment while the skunk processed this. She seemed to be running down a mental checklist, as her rapid breathing shifted almost immediately into something deeper and more even, her posture straightened from a wary hunch as though ready to bolt, and her expression settled into a rather stiff half-smile. All spoke of various bits of therapy Slow Hours remembered from centuries back. There followed a long moment while the skunk processed this. She seemed to be running down a mental checklist, as her rapid breathing shifted almost immediately into something deeper and more even, her posture straightened from a wary hunch as though ready to bolt, and her expression settled into a rather stiff half-smile. All spoke of various bits of therapy Slow Hours remembered from centuries back.
"Alright. Okay." What Right Have I slowed her breathing further and turned her paws facing up. "Okay. You are the both of you correct. I live in my head and in the Tanakh and with a thought of prophecies. For you to call them such, it, ah...it...okay. It makes them not what I was thinking. You are not Ezekiel. You are not Jeremiah." "Alright. Okay." What Right Have I slowed her breathing further and turned her paws facing up, another skill from therapy. "Okay. You are the both of you correct. I live in my head and in the Tanakh and with a thought of prophecies. For you to call them such, it, ah...it...okay. It makes them not what I was thinking. You are not Ezekiel. You are not Jeremiah."
Slow Hours smiled, gave a hint of a bow from where she sat. "I am not, no. I am a script manager and nerd whose imagination gets away from her sometimes, yes? Even in sleep, yes?" Slow Hours smiled, gave a hint of a bow from where she sat. "I am not, no. I am a script manager and nerd whose imagination gets away from her sometimes, yes? Even in sleep, yes?"
@ -254,7 +254,9 @@ The panther smiled faintly to her. "We all did, yes. Part of me felt that if any
She trailed off and let her gaze wander down to the drink she still held in her paws. Blinking rapidly, the muscles on her cheeks and snout briefly became more prominent, as though she was doing her best to keep her expression placid, much as it had been throughout, though the tears leaving tracks in her cheekfur were impossible to hide. She trailed off and let her gaze wander down to the drink she still held in her paws. Blinking rapidly, the muscles on her cheeks and snout briefly became more prominent, as though she was doing her best to keep her expression placid, much as it had been throughout, though the tears leaving tracks in her cheekfur were impossible to hide.
Alarmed at the sudden shift in emotions, Slow Hours scooted a few inches closer to If I Dream, offering her hand just as the panther had done to What Right Have I before. She accepted with a grateful — if still wan — smile. Alarmed at the sudden shift in demeanor, Slow Hours scooted a few inches closer to If I Dream, offering her hand just as the panther had done to What Right Have I before.
She accepted with a grateful — if still wan — smile.
Slow Hours returned that smile, saying quietly, "That was the dream I had, you know. The premonition. An upwelling of joy and then an overflowing. She looked up to the sun, up to the RJ, and then they were one and the same, and it was all joy." Slow Hours returned that smile, saying quietly, "That was the dream I had, you know. The premonition. An upwelling of joy and then an overflowing. She looked up to the sun, up to the RJ, and then they were one and the same, and it was all joy."