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There is a house, and in the house is a bed, and in the bed is a girl. She sleeps soundly, curled up very small under her blanket, while a steady accumulation of snow makes round soft piles on the roof and against the outsides of the walls.
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"Um... There are very fast vehicles that hold a lot of people, boxes that keep food cool, lights..." She trails off. "There's a lot of magic, I'm not really sure where to start."
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"Let's table that for now, then. I'll think about it and get back to you with a list of useful things."
She tilts her head.
"... Incidentally, I don't think I ever got your name?"
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"Ishmerai."
She smiles. "I hope you settle in well, Riya. I know it's awful at the start, but... you get used to it, after a while. Don't let the shadows win."
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"I don't like being in a city. I won't like being in a city. I want the shadows to stop." Pause. "Thank you."
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Ishmerai half-smiles. "I didn't say it gets less awful. I said you get used to it."
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Well then. It seems that the conversation is done.
Ishmerai has other important things to do: she'll leave Riya to her books for a while.
"I'll check up on you tomorrow morning. Is that alright?"
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