Mar. 31st, 2007

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Marian rises in the dark of her room, like she often did in the dark of her house. Younger she'd slept in longer, but she doesn't do it now except on night when she's been out too long the night before as the Nightwatchman, wounded or sick. She hummed as she went about dressed in the bare half-light coming through the curtains on the other side of her.

Half asleep, moving through things, she wondered first why her lace up dress didn't seem to fit right. She'd probably lost weight on the two day excursion away from the Bar, through the surrounding lands. Lace dress came off and was taken off and replaced with a sheath dress, without there being any acknowledgement of difference yet.

She felt weird, but she blamed it on the strange, spicy food from last night.

Next came the hose, shoes, the necklace on the bed table.

All while picturing a mountain of fruit for breakfast to take away that weird chalky taste in throat.

She moved to the bathroom for her hair and hadn't moved since getting into the doorway while flicking the switch. There was honey hair, a rather thin body, and blue eyes. There were double takes between looking in the mirror and looking for the other person in the room. There was a poke and pinch. There was a look down inside the dress. And some garbled sounds.

All of which changed nothing.

Then (without doing her hair) she went walking rather quickly out of the room.

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