Anne feels angry for being reminded, only for the misery to nearly overwhelm that small fire. She sits rather abruptly, not caring for the snow in her way, as her skirts and cloak bunch around her. She is tired of these horrible emotions, and it makes her too weak to even care to try to stand, even with this hellish beast now looming over her.
"She is missing... And there is a true beast, one that would shame your wolf, having taken over her chambers. I thought her eaten, truly, but there is no blood. None have seen her, and one other soul even suggested that the dragon itself is her."
It's so ludicrous, all of it, and she knows that she could never dream such idiocy. She already dreams within the dream, too often, and is having far too much trouble telling any of it apart. So she cries, seeming not to care her or what sees her shame now, beside herself. "My Elizabeth..."
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Anne feels angry for being reminded, only for the misery to nearly overwhelm that small fire. She sits rather abruptly, not caring for the snow in her way, as her skirts and cloak bunch around her. She is tired of these horrible emotions, and it makes her too weak to even care to try to stand, even with this hellish beast now looming over her.
"She is missing... And there is a true beast, one that would shame your wolf, having taken over her chambers. I thought her eaten, truly, but there is no blood. None have seen her, and one other soul even suggested that the dragon itself is her."
It's so ludicrous, all of it, and she knows that she could never dream such idiocy. She already dreams within the dream, too often, and is having far too much trouble telling any of it apart. So she cries, seeming not to care her or what sees her shame now, beside herself. "My Elizabeth..."