It nearly has been too long. The Twilight doesn't just steal warmth, it steals self, greedily sucking away the essence of the Others it defines. She shivers, wrapping her arms around herself again, feeling as cold as if she'd walked out into the street in dead of winter without a coat. Colder. Cold somewhere inside, and it scares her.
She doesn't scare often.
"Minutes. Hours. I... not longer than hours. I don't think. But I'm not sure... I didn't walk into the Twilight. I don't remember that." Her pitch wavers as her grip on her own panic slips, recovers, stumbles along in an effort to answer.
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Date: 2010-11-24 04:58 am (UTC)She doesn't scare often.
"Minutes. Hours. I... not longer than hours. I don't think. But I'm not sure... I didn't walk into the Twilight. I don't remember that." Her pitch wavers as her grip on her own panic slips, recovers, stumbles along in an effort to answer.