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It's been a while.
Maybe it's been longer for her. Maybe the door opens to the cracklesnap of burning wood, the bright glow of flames when they dance through forests and leave behind grey ashes to mix with the soft pink of the fireweed. Maybe when she enters, she's surprised, almost turning back and away.
Maybe.
It's been a while, anyway. But she stays, picking out a booth with a decent view of the bar and settling down to toy idly with her lighter (a new one, sleek silver instead of bright red), bringing with her only the strong scent of woodsmoke and burnt pine.
She smiles. The fire gleams in her eyes.
Maybe it's been longer for her. Maybe the door opens to the cracklesnap of burning wood, the bright glow of flames when they dance through forests and leave behind grey ashes to mix with the soft pink of the fireweed. Maybe when she enters, she's surprised, almost turning back and away.
Maybe.
It's been a while, anyway. But she stays, picking out a booth with a decent view of the bar and settling down to toy idly with her lighter (a new one, sleek silver instead of bright red), bringing with her only the strong scent of woodsmoke and burnt pine.
She smiles. The fire gleams in her eyes.