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Chapter 44: Dream Symbols

On their own.

Excerpt:

Sene had a dream that night that there were vines growing out of her stomach and up her throat and coming out of her mouth. They grew huge berries, the size of her head. The vines followed her around wherever she went, and while she knew there was something not quite right, she had no idea what to do about them. They are growing from inside my body, she said to the mirror and nobody else. There’s nothing I can do.

She awoke in her old bed in the Free Marches, feeling defective and uneasy.

They had, since her departure, built houses in the Lavellan compound—most likely with the boon paid to them by the Inquisition. This had been for a number of, what Josie would call, diplomatic reasons. The Lavellans were not an easy sell, and they had a lot of power in the north. Sene was an asset. It was bullshit, but it was true. Her mother had arranged her room exactly as things had once been arranged in her tent. Only now, she had creamy white walls and the paper flowers were strung up on the ceiling overhead, hanging there like little lanterns that did not glow. She had a dresser. She had a wash bowl, and a window. It was a lovely and simple display. There was somebody knocking on the door.

“Who is it?” said Sene.

“It is Cassandra.”

“Come in.” (Read More at AO3)

Freeing up space. Got a lot of projects lined up and working on products and in the process of starting a web shop. Bear with me.

Check my ig( afroknotical ) and YouTube as I build with these grassroots that root me to create.

Creation is a movement, so is the process of elimination.