we’ll build on real love to heal the deep hurt; kreios

[Syl]

And suddenly she is plopped, unceremoniously, back in Orange Country. She stands there, stunned for a moment. It hadn’t been a dream. It hadn’t. It’d all been real. Nerissa had been real. Lena had been real. Every moment - all the torture, all the love. All of it. It had actually happened. It sinks in all the deeper when she glances down at herself, and spots the obnoxious colours still covering her body. Deep purple and blue and green. Ugh. She takes a trembling step forward, and winces at a sudden pain in her leg, though she can’t tell if it’s actually there, or if she’s just remembering. The thought makes her cringe. How could it have all been real? How is she even still alive. The faerie. Right, the faerie. He’d been responsible. He’d said something, just before dropping her here. Something about an ability? But she doesn’t really remember. She doesn’t really even care. All she wants now is something familiar. Someone familiar. Someone she knows and likes. Kreios. It’s weird how she’s thinking of him. But he’s her only tie here, the only person she knows in all of Beqanna. Even though she’s only known him for a short time, he’s the closest thing she has to family. And all she wants to do is collapse against him and tell him everything that’s happened. syl