[ It's not often Anna ends up awakening in America.
The pain of deep purple and red bruises on her back tell her she's gone a long way this time.
She stands there, in the middle of the busy evening sidewalk, annoying locals as she stares down at the concrete under her bare and bloodied feet. There's no doubt she gives off the look of a woman who just escaped something horrible, or one of the druggie homeless. Her lace white dress ends at her knees and has an open back, making the nasty bruises on her back hard to miss. And her long blonde hair looks windswept or maybe never brushed.
But her green eyes are sharp, clear and alert. Green, sharp, clear, alert and suddenly looking directly at Joshua like she can see his very soul. ] I think I had a dream about death. Or perhaps it was life? [ A couple light steps toward him and suddenly her magic is buzzing in the air, static electricity just waiting for someone to shuffle their feet. It's not violent, however, simply everywhere and uncontrolled. It reaches towards his unabashedly with a gentle touch - soft as a bumblebee's fur. ] They're both the same to you, aren't they?
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The pain of deep purple and red bruises on her back tell her she's gone a long way this time.
She stands there, in the middle of the busy evening sidewalk, annoying locals as she stares down at the concrete under her bare and bloodied feet. There's no doubt she gives off the look of a woman who just escaped something horrible, or one of the druggie homeless. Her lace white dress ends at her knees and has an open back, making the nasty bruises on her back hard to miss. And her long blonde hair looks windswept or maybe never brushed.
But her green eyes are sharp, clear and alert. Green, sharp, clear, alert and suddenly looking directly at Joshua like she can see his very soul. ] I think I had a dream about death. Or perhaps it was life? [ A couple light steps toward him and suddenly her magic is buzzing in the air, static electricity just waiting for someone to shuffle their feet. It's not violent, however, simply everywhere and uncontrolled. It reaches towards his unabashedly with a gentle touch - soft as a bumblebee's fur. ] They're both the same to you, aren't they?