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Saeryn looked from face to face with a softly nervous look of confusion.
"I..." Her eyes clouded lightly as she glanced into a world invisible to her friends.
The young man before her took her by the arm and they ran together through the tall grass, laughing softly and stealing looks behind them. The only sounds were the light breeze through the fields and of birds singing their praise of the afternoon sun. A pair of horses came into view, rich brown coats glimmering in the light. They stopped and he helped her mount, bareback, onto a fiesty mare. The horse quieted immediately and the lanky youth mounted his own gelding. Immediately they took off across the plains screeching their enjoyment. The wind buffeted their locks, strewing pieces of shining auburn hair across their matching hazel eyes.
"You'll never win, Degas!" she cried, glancing behind her. They reached the end and dismounted at the same time, gasping for breath.
"I let you win." he stated with a laugh, knowing that his twin would always beat him in races.
"Of course you did, brother... of course." She winked as she took her mare by the reins and guided her back to the stables.
The group watched with concern as her attention shifted away from them. Slowly, a look of dawning comprehension crossed her face as she blinked once... twice... and her eyes met her brother's.
"Degas...?" He nodded once, a nervous smile flickering at the corners of his lips. She paused, uncertain, before a flood of memories knocked her unconscious to the floor.
"What in the-" Degas cried out in a series of colorful curses. "But she knew me! What just...?" He trailed off helpless, as he knelt beside Saeryn. Her eyes flickered open and rested on his face.
"Degas!" she cried, as he pulled her into a tight embrace.
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A few tear-filled moments later found the siblings seated close upon a bench at the table where he had found her so few nights before.
"Saeryn... Fenrir is coming. He wants you home."
She looked at Degas blankly. "Who is Fenrir?"
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