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<p>Slow Hours smiled, tapped at her temple with two fingers. &ldquo;I have the outline of the world, do I not?&rdquo;</p>
<p>Motes stuck out her tongue. &ldquo;That is not an answer!&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Yes, my dear, it is,&rdquo; her cocladist said haughtily, then the smile returned. &ldquo;But in reality, most of these prophecies or omens or forecasts that I am apparently known for are simply reads on the situation based on the stories that I have read — and I have read a <em>lot</em> of stories. The clade is not done with you because that is not how people work. They do not cut contact with an erstwhile friend and then never think of them again. They think of them <em>constantly.</em> The stories wherein &lsquo;no contact&rsquo; holds without further enmity are vanishingly few.&rdquo;</p>
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<p>She wilted, shoulders slumping. &ldquo;So I might be hearing more of this, then? From Hammered Silver and so on?&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;You might. You might not.&rdquo; Smiling at the exasperated look on the skunk&rsquo;s face, Slow Hours leaned forward to brush some of her longer headfur from her face. &ldquo;The key takeaway here, Speck, is not that you need fret about this constantly, but that you should not ignore these feelings. You should not simply dismiss those within the clade that cut contact as irrelevant. Even if they forever live only in some dusty closet in your mind, they will still live there.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Yes, but what am I supposed to <em>do?</em>&ldquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Live, my dear. Grow.&rdquo; She smirked, adding quickly, &ldquo;Not up, not if you do not want, but take that knowledge, take strength in the fact that you are living as you are in spite of them, and make yourself better for it.&rdquo;</p>
<p>Motes nodded sullenly.</p>
<p>&ldquo;I know that you said that you do not need to hear that you are not wrong or doing wrong things,&rdquo; Slow Hours said, drawing the skunk up into her lap. &ldquo;But I will tell you all the same: you are not in any way a mistake. You are approaching this cognizant of the implications. You are holding in your mind both the truth that this <em>is</em> you and that an expression of identity like this coming from an adult is fraught.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;I know,&rdquo; she mumbled, burying her face against her cocladist&rsquo;s shoulder. &ldquo;Thank you, Slowers.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Of course, my dear. I am afraid that I did not do quite the job of comforting you that I might, but I do hope that you take that to heart. Live intentionally, and remember that we love you.&rdquo;</p>
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