[ where does she begin, really? things keep coming to her in a kaleidoscope of images she can't make heads or tails of. most of the time she wakes without fully remembering what she dreamt of, other times she wakes with her heart in her throat and a cry on her lips. this time? she can't decide if it is a blessing or a curse these fragmented memories remained. ]
I... gods, I don't know what to make of it. [ just say it, rip it off like a bandaid. ] Our past, back in Whitestone. We had a daughter, Vesper.
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I... gods, I don't know what to make of it. [ just say it, rip it off like a bandaid. ] Our past, back in Whitestone. We had a daughter, Vesper.