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Ragnelle is preparing to leave. She's doing it in her subtle way, by preparing extra herb mixes to leave behind and willing more strength into the foundations of the house and warmth into the beds. She's doing it by seeking out the people she knows and having conversations that are secretly farewells.
It's this that she's about right now, saying good-by without admitting anything outright. When she leaves it's be like she just got up in the evening and went away, taking nothing with her, leaving everything behind. But that's not until the last night in April; for now, she's greeting her friends.
It's hard to tell there's anything not entirely straightforward about these meetings, except that afterwards things seem a little final and strange.
It's this that she's about right now, saying good-by without admitting anything outright. When she leaves it's be like she just got up in the evening and went away, taking nothing with her, leaving everything behind. But that's not until the last night in April; for now, she's greeting her friends.
It's hard to tell there's anything not entirely straightforward about these meetings, except that afterwards things seem a little final and strange.