I'll have my dissertation turned in and I'll be looking at two weeks of glorious freedom. Since I'll be financially strapped (why am I chronically broke, sleep deprived and procrastinating on important things? oh right...grad school), the answer is fic
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She listens with her ears and hears the late insects, the rustling leaves, the frogs and the water rushing around them. None of that can lead her back. She has to use her heart. Morgause told her to use her heart.
What does her heart hear? Nothing, it's a knot of flesh in her chest, but yet...
She can hear her. Somehow, through the trees, Morgana can sense her sister like a silver thread humming with a melody soft and sure. Following that, she needs no light. The trees and rocks part as she passes, following that thread.
She's going home. Morgause is her home now. The only light she needs.
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