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[bannion_sight]

She's seen this place many times before during this long winter, the same images tumbling and falling through her nights until she had finally been able to make sense of them. In the days of those first dreams she had been too young in power, too new to her gift to realize where she was-- and it had taken repeated dreaming for her to realize that

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[still_golden]

Jen sleeps lightly, these days. She wakes with a start when Kim's cry cuts through the silence.

Swinging out of bed, she grabs her robe and heads for the kitchen to put water on the stove. That done, she looks in on Kim, then returns to the kitchen, gets the phone, and dials.

"Kevin? It's Jen. No, I'm all right . . ."

"Dave, it's Jen. Of course I know what time it is . . ."

"Paul, you need to come over."

[bannion_sight]

Alone in her room, Kim opens her eyes. For some time she does nothing but stare at the ceiling, dry-eyed and without even the dim promise of tears.

Eventually, she rises from her bed, noting as she does the muted flicker of the Baelrath on her hand. With a weary sigh, Kim wraps her robe around herself and starts for the kitchen.

It's four in the morning, she sees by the clock-- and sees as well that she's not the only one awake.

"Hi."

[still_golden]

"Hi."

She nods towards the chairs around the kitchen table. The kettle's just coming to a boil.

"You cried out. I thought something was happening."

[bannion_sight]

"It did."

She sinks into one of the chairs, tightening her robe about her with a shiver. These days, it seems she's always cold, especially when returning from the paths of her dreaming.