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She moves in her sleep, reaching out with her hand, and immediately wakes, looking around.......
The wolves are napping just at the edge of the trees, and are no help. She looks wildly around for Cyril.
~Okay, calm down girl, he's here somewhere....~ She shakes off the remnant of a bad dream. She stands, grabbing the cloak and pulls it on. She starts to set the tea-kettle on the fire, but changes her mind, instead pouring herself a healthy dose of elderberry wine, downing it in a gulp.....
Calmer now, she pours more, and slowly sips at it.... A strange look crosses her face, and the cup falls out of her hand, unnoticed, her entire being focusing on the feeling she is now having...
~No...........how can that be?............I thought...........Oh Goddess.........~ She runs into the woods, and falls to her knees, throwing up in the grass......
A little later she comes back to camp, a confused look on her face, and she washes her mouth out, and starts to really lay into the wine, sitting on a log by the now dead fire, staring off into the trees........
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