The girl was clothed in a dress such a bold shade of red that at first glance it hid the worn, patched state of the garment rather well. There was a noticeable tear at the top of her dress where it met her sleeve and the white petticoat caught Oleander's eye. This was a girl from the village. Her skin was a much darker olive than Oleanders and her dark hair fell in tight, silky ringlets. Though it appeared thick, it blew in the wind as though her curls weighed nothing. To Oleander’s surprise, she watched as her own self entered the vision and approached the village girl. Both girls embraced and fell into excited conversation, however this time Oleander could hear nothing, not even her own ‘self’ as she replied to the girl. She didn’t hear her laugh and what... Please subscribe to keep reading.
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