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<p>Motes nodded. <em>&ldquo;Hi Slow Hours. Yes please.&rdquo;</em></p>
<p>There was a quiet chime from the door and the letters on the nameplate faded from &lsquo;Slow Hours&rsquo; to &lsquo;Au Lieu Du Rêve Library&rsquo;. This done, there was a quiet click and the door swung lazily open.</p>
<p>Beyond, rather than the comfortable and comfortably her home that Slow Hours kept, there was a well-lit reading room, a solarium of sorts with glass that looked out over some far distant part of the selfsame prairie that the neighborhood abutted. A table, several chairs, and a small collection of far more comfortable recliners huddled in the middle, while beyond, room of shelving stretched into dimness.</p>
<p>And there, already levering herself out of her chair, was Where It Watches The Slow Hours Progress. Sis Hours, her big sister. Slowers. Slow, if she was feeling particularly cheeky. Had Beholden been human or Slow Hours a skunk, they could easily have been mistaken for twins, so similar were their builds — short, soft, round of face with curly black hair framing that pale skin — and yet as soon as they spoke the differences were immediately evident. Where Beholden was brash and snarky, Slow Hours was quiet and thoughtful. Where Beholden leaned into music as the lead sound tech, Slow Hours leaned into books as the lead script manager. Where Beholden was fun — really, truly, earnestly fun and a joy to be around — Slow Hours was nice. She was the one with which one spoke about feelings. She was the one who cried with you.</p>
<p>And there, already levering herself out of her chair, was Where It Watches The Slow Hours Progress. Sis Hours, her big sister. Slowers. Slow, if she was feeling particularly cheeky. Had Beholden been human or Slow Hours a skunk, they could easily have been mistaken for twins, so similar were their builds — short, soft, round of face with curly black hair framing that pale skin versus short, soft, round of face with thick white mane framing that black fur — and yet as soon as they spoke the differences were immediately evident. Where Beholden was brash and snarky, Slow Hours was quiet and thoughtful. Where Beholden leaned into music as the lead sound tech, Slow Hours leaned into books as the lead script manager. Where Beholden was fun — really, truly, earnestly fun and a joy to be around — Slow Hours was nice. She was the one with which one spoke about feelings. She was the one who cried with you.</p>
<p>Behind her, scattered among the shelves, several more instances of her cocladist were at work, peeking over whenever they thought she was not looking as though ready to do just that.</p>
<p>&ldquo;Hi Speck,&rdquo; she said, smiling. &ldquo;If you are calling me &lsquo;Slow Hours&rsquo; then something must be up.&rdquo;</p>
<p>Motes huffed.</p>
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<p>Stifling some sniffles, aftershocks of the cry just ended, Motes nodded. &ldquo;Yeah, though I think more the first,&rdquo; she said, wincing at the muffled sound of her voice through her congestion. It sounded round, somehow, wrong. &ldquo;That is what I have been thinking about most, anyway, that would have led to a dream like that.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;And you are not sure where these anxieties came from?&rdquo;</p>
<p>She shook her head. &ldquo;Nothing has really changed. I have been seeing friends the same amount, I have not heard from anyone who got upset at me, nothing like that. It feels like it just popped into my head and now I have to live with it.&rdquo;</p>
<p>Slow Hours smiled down to her. &ldquo;You know, A Finger Pointing mentioned that you brought it up to me, actually. She says that you have been talking about it lately. Far more than usual.&rdquo;</p>
<p>Slow Hours smiled down to her. &ldquo;You know, A Finger Pointing mentioned to me that you brought it up, actually. She says that you have been talking about it lately. Far more than usual.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;She did? Why?&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Because she loves you and because I love you. Because we want to see you happy and we notice when you are not.&rdquo;</p>
<p>Motes pushed herself halfway up to sitting so that she could hug around Slow Hours&rsquo;s middle. &ldquo;Love you too, Slowers,&rdquo; she said, then sat up the rest of the way, wiping her face off more. &ldquo;I have been talking about it a lot, though, yeah. I talked about it with ma and Bee, and I talked about it with Dry Grass, and also with Sasha. Everyone talked about how some people in the clade got all upset about it.&rdquo;</p>
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<p>&ldquo;A Finger Pointing worked behind the scenes to deal with most things, Speck,&rdquo; Slow Hours said, voice fond. &ldquo;Still works. Au Lieu Du Rêve is self-sustaining, so she is doing what she does best: caring for her stanza and for the clade as a whole, even the parts of it that dislike her. But come, this is not a conversation about her. This is about your dream. This is about how you feel.&rdquo;</p>
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