[the scrambling backward stops as the shape does, her voice stuck in her throat. it's the precious seconds she needs to actually perceive more than errant snapped twigs and stray leaves getting sprinkled all over the place to better reveal the shape she knows and loves there.
her mouth moves mutely a bit before she can choke out in disbelief:] Darin?
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her mouth moves mutely a bit before she can choke out in disbelief:] Darin?
[him? a double? a dream facsimile?]