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What Ending was there that night? None for her for certain. A scuffle happened, something ignored. Many left, leaving her alone.

But that night? 

It never ended.

None of them do. Merely, they continue seamlessly from one into the next endlessly swirling into something more.

The being known as The Princess would not say she was drunk, even if to an outsider she might stumble around as such. She simply felt…disconnected. As a plant who had been pulled from earth and left hanging midair.

A solution could be found, one between stumbled footfalls. Dancing they could be called, a tango leading with no partner but direction. Leading her to beaches and markets and SDN and finally back onto a path in the woods.

Dirt packed path with skeletal trees round its winding nature. Actual nature further back to provide a backdrop of bushy green. It was familiar and not. Strange in its being.

Steps echo oddly here, as if it was an enclosed hall made from stone. Longer than one could see, but ending before exhaustion could take hold.

A cabin resides here. Hers in name, hers by everyone who knows of it.

It's not.

Inside is bare. Nothing resides in this so-called abode, just a small room with a lopsided table and a door.

Behind the door, opening with squeaky hinges, is a dark stairway that leads down to a dank basement. It's of stone and dirt, its sole decorations being long shattered links of chain. Its only source of light being a barred window with a raven sitting upon its ledge to cast a shadow.

She does not hesitate, for that implies fear, but there is a pause. Consideration? Maybe reminiscence. A step, then she collapses underneath that window, by the chains that felt familiar. Her raven glides down, now shaded and obscured at the entrance. Looming larger than its size should imply, even with how large of a bird it was.

Yet, there is just a lack of…connection. Of loneliness that clawed at her insides, made things growl and struggle to get out. Far too often had this happened, an old friend with terrible motives. One who does not answer.

But her true friend does with a caw and a fluttering of feathers. Its talons dig into her leg as things push out from inside.

Connection is hard, but a drop of blood shared upon a thorn would make her feel…something.

Awareness spreads, she can feel so many things entwined within her.

Yet why is she still so cold?
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Thursday came in like a lion. Or a housecat more like. Lethargic and blurry. Princess makes it to SDN, only to slip on ice and faceplant through the doors.

“Oh, hey Princess. You're late.” Dispatch man James stands there. Vaguely irate it would seem, if not for the small kitten on his shoulder. It looks more fierce than the brit anyways.

“Look, here's your coms. Get to work, there's a carnival you need to attend.” A small bud is tossed at her, caught easily.

Several minutes are taken to stand and brush off the floor before she leaves. Walking in the wrong direction.