The snow crunches soft against her feet, and she isn't sure where she is or what is going on. She shouldn't be here. She should be in the throne room. She shouldn't be seen. The snow, it's beautiful however. It's strange, thinking snow is beautiful. Hadn't she destroyed the creator of snow in Ingenting? But to what end. To become an entity
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Until he hears other footsteps with him in the forest...
Looking up, his eyes widen.
Waverly?
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Yes. Where am I, if I may ask.
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The City. You've come back.
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Back? So, I was here before?
She was staring at him now, studying him. She knew him somehow, but not from Ingenting. No, not from there, from somewhere else.
I, know you, don't I?
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...You mean you don't remember?
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Welcome back.
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Hmm, you are the second to mention a journal.
[ooc: Strikes are thoughts.]
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As far as I know, we used to know each other really well, but then I had a case of amnesia and after that, we weren't as close anymore. And now you've got a case of amnesia. Isn't it lovely?
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