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An arrow tip sits in the frame of my door. I understand. Meet at the point where our totems exchange in time. We meet at the inn - I almost do not recognise her. Exhaustion sits on her face, she has been busy perhaps. I cannot help but feel concern, the inn keeper brings her a bottle to drink, though this time she checks it; shaking it by the neck, and peering inside before she takes a sip. I know she is looking for a penny, history haunts her again though why here, I don't know. She is cryptic and vague. Small talk, like strangers for a few moments. I see her start to fidget with the words she wishes to say, the real reason she brings me here. It continues in riddles, her scattered thoughts. Demons? Sacrifice? A request to never linger and wait for her. She hears something I do not, gets up and takes her leave. What trouble is she in? ~Perri | |