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A cat that writes stories.
Brisa nodded. "Yeah. I get that."
She chewed over whether to open up about her own life, and whether it was down to the whiskey or Astrid's earnestness, she felt she could.
"No dreams here, but I do think about home more than I let on. I have a friend, a golett who goes by Gil. The rest of town can sort themselves out without me if I don't make it back, but Gil's the one who needs me."
She sighed. "Kinda hope I'm nicer to 'em when the time comes. Couple weeks here have opened me right up, even if it were only to get slugged in the heart for it. Still, I like myself better this way."
The moment the words left her mouth, the other feelings started piling in. Yeah, better not talk about herself after all. "Hrrm. You, uh... wanna tell me about those dreams?"
She chewed over whether to open up about her own life, and whether it was down to the whiskey or Astrid's earnestness, she felt she could.
"No dreams here, but I do think about home more than I let on. I have a friend, a golett who goes by Gil. The rest of town can sort themselves out without me if I don't make it back, but Gil's the one who needs me."
She sighed. "Kinda hope I'm nicer to 'em when the time comes. Couple weeks here have opened me right up, even if it were only to get slugged in the heart for it. Still, I like myself better this way."
The moment the words left her mouth, the other feelings started piling in. Yeah, better not talk about herself after all. "Hrrm. You, uh... wanna tell me about those dreams?"