Now that was an odd word to use. It made her feel wonder, curiosity, fear, but strange was not the word she would have chosen for it. Though, it does also describe the phenomenon well. It was strange, but she did not feel strange about it. She shakes her head.
"No." She says finally. "No, not strange, but I...remember someone speaking to me. A voice telling me to sleep."
To dream, perhaps, but she could not be entirely certain. The voice was familiar, she believes it must be Enola, yet she hesitates to confirm as much if she was wrong. Then her mother's voice that haunted her in her dream -- it was almost all too much. Not entirely strange and more vaguely unsettling.
"I am not used to looking up and seeing lights. Not like that at least." She admits, wringing her hands together.
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Now that was an odd word to use. It made her feel wonder, curiosity, fear, but strange was not the word she would have chosen for it. Though, it does also describe the phenomenon well. It was strange, but she did not feel strange about it. She shakes her head.
"No." She says finally. "No, not strange, but I...remember someone speaking to me. A voice telling me to sleep."
To dream, perhaps, but she could not be entirely certain. The voice was familiar, she believes it must be Enola, yet she hesitates to confirm as much if she was wrong. Then her mother's voice that haunted her in her dream -- it was almost all too much. Not entirely strange and more vaguely unsettling.
"I am not used to looking up and seeing lights. Not like that at least." She admits, wringing her hands together.