[ Once, what feels like a lifetime ago, someone had crash landed on her flowers and asked if she was an angel. She hadn't understood what Zack had meant at that time, and still wasn't sure now, the murals of stained glass on the walls of her sanctuary notwithstanding.
But this? This is what she wonders he meant (and thinks maybe it's even more ridiculous he'd confused her for one now), and she raises a hand to block a little bit of the light before her eyes adjust, and she frowns. She's not afraid of monsters, but even so, this one knows her name, seems to know her, and she's just wary enough of being in a new place that she retreats just slightly. ]
I'm sorry, but I don't know what you mean. I don't think I was? But I don't understand where I am.
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But this? This is what she wonders he meant (and thinks maybe it's even more ridiculous he'd confused her for one now), and she raises a hand to block a little bit of the light before her eyes adjust, and she frowns. She's not afraid of monsters, but even so, this one knows her name, seems to know her, and she's just wary enough of being in a new place that she retreats just slightly. ]
I'm sorry, but I don't know what you mean. I don't think I was? But I don't understand where I am.