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@ -4,7 +4,7 @@ In the endless, rolling field of dandelions, five people gathered.
Two of them were shaped like a woman. Short. Dark, curly hair. Round of cheek and soft of eye.
Two of them were shaped like skunks. Thick, soft fur. Tails as long as their bodies, as wide as their torsos.
Two of them were shaped like skunks. Thick, soft fur. Tails as long as their bodies, bristled as wide as their torsos as they kept them hiked out of the grass.
The two types were alike in so many ways. The softness evident between the two disparate species was the same softness. The roundness to the cheeks, despite the fur, was the same roundness. The eyes bore the same expressive empathy.
@ -36,7 +36,7 @@ May Then My Name smiled shakily. "Taking over the world is not so bad."
"It definitely fucking is, May," In Dreams said. "But I stand by what I said. You did what you did and that is an immutable fact. You cannot un-fork, Michelle. You cannot become what you were then, Sasha, you can only become what you will be."
"I do not think that you fucked up, dear." Hammered silver plucked a dandelion and spun it between her fingers. "You may *be* fucked up, if you somehow contained what it takes to be both May Then My Name *and* True Name within you, but even that is not your fault."
"I do not think that you fucked up, dear." Hammered silver plucked a dandelion and spun it between her fingers. "You may *be* fucked up, if you somehow contained what it takes to be all the clade as one within you, but even that is not your fault."
"The fuck-up, then would be the fact that I did not acknowledge that."
@ -56,7 +56,7 @@ They sat in silence for a while, then, this five-pack of her, and, regardless of
To Pray frowned. "What do you mean?"
"I think I just gave everything I had to them. To you, I guess. "Two weeks," I remember thinking. "The first lines can take my place for two weeks, and then I will be back on the council, and they can do their own thing." But I think that I died. There was no returning to the council, because there was no more Sasha or Michelle."
"I think I just gave everything I had to them. To you. "Two weeks," I remember thinking. "The first lines can take my place for two weeks, and then I will be back on the council, and they can do their own thing." But I think that I died. There was no returning to the council, because there was no more Sasha or Michelle."
"And what is the fallout of being a dead woman walking?"