[guard and serve. knights and service...terms Cecelia understands in general and...in detail, somehow. there's a familiarity in the notion that seems to disturb roots in deep, deep waters, and the ripples ache. her head throbs off-beat to their footsteps, prompting a knitting of her brow.
what else does she know? she wonders, but wondering hurts. it prompts her to stop outright, hugging her arms to herself.]
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what else does she know? she wonders, but wondering hurts. it prompts her to stop outright, hugging her arms to herself.]
...Dreadful. Mnh...I need a moment.