Date: 2010-11-24 05:15 am (UTC)
In her head, she knows what this is. She's had to be rescued from the Twilight before, when she was very young and very raw (and stupid the way all young people are). But last time she was simply tired, and needed a path home. This...

This.

She screams, letting that give way in a herculean effort to not flail, not reach for the twilight and throw up wards of her own to stop the pain.

She yells at the unnatural sky, and tries to focus on how the cold isn't advancing any more, and not on the feeling of being impaled.
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