ladykestrel: Her thoughts whirled. Her eyelids were heavy, lowering. She tried to imagine her form
ladykestrel: Her thoughts whirled. Her eyelids were heavy, lowering. She tried to imagine her former self. Enemy. Prisoner. Friend? Daughter. Spy. Prisoner again. “What am I now?” Sarsine held both of Kestrel’s hands. “What ever you want to be.” -- source link
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