[h2]Honda Ami[/h2]

Sleeping in an abandoned apartment with a pile of blankets that Okita had found... somewhere (and she wasn't going to ask too closely--she'd rather not break the law or acknowledge that, but it was a darn sight better than freezing to death) was not the most comfortable thing that Ami had ever done, and still left rather a lot of questions unresolved. Food. Drink. Access to running water because otherwise there would probably be some sort of enemy that could track her through scent.

For now, the schoolgirl had just done the same thing she had every day since her Servant had been summoned: practise as soon as she was awake. Knowing that there were people that would want to kill her... there was no way that she could let her training, however inadequate, slip! 

"Assassin, I know you used to teach this. I've [i]dreamt[/i] it. So, do you think...?"

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[h2]"Caster"[/h2]

One of the biggest disadvantages to not being a normal Servant was that she couldn't get away with not sleeping entirely. Oh, Kezia had her ways to get the most out of as little sleep as possible-=-a witch [i]had[/i] to be good with potions--but there was no getting around that she would suffer to go entirely without rest. Fortunately, she could use the time spent waiting for her Master to fall asleep to prepare.

She did [i]not[/i] want to risk any dreams of her life getting through. Or, rather, she needed to strictly control them--and that took some planning. It wouldn't be the worst thing for Kirsi to learn here and there what her magecraft was really about, but if the dreams covered the full range of her memories, then the entire looping nature of her existence would come to light.

So she played it safe. Manipulating dreams was a speciality of hers, and what could go wrong with showing everyday life in colonial Salem? Maybe if she got lucky, her Master would wind up recognising Abigail's name this time and look up the witch trials instead. Not that she remembered them, they'd not happened from [i]her[/i] perspective... but the witch knew that, ironically, she wouldn't be caught by them. The records were there.

And any iterations where her past wasn't investigated were so much easier.