Fire and snow. That wasn't my dream--but those people...I knew them.
*Looks down where Sniper is stirring in bed next to her, and stills for a moment so as not to wake him further, before beginning to write once more.*
If that was yours, I'd like to talk to you. I understand if you don't want to do it over the journal, though.
(ooc: Bastet got
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