Yet Again

The flowing black locks, the tantalizing green glow of the eyes, the definition, the forward drive, the fact that her eyes always returned the gaze. It was enough to make anybody swoon. Anybody like poor Kienerah, that was.

There they sat, tucked into tall chairs with their legs stuffed beneath the velvet-red tablecloth. Candles and torches lit, lighting the area with a beautifully dusk-like luminance. A vase of flowers- how typical and sappy. A flavorful homecooked dinner right on their plates- fish and chips! Kienerah's own speciality. It seemed to have impressed so far, and Kie herself couldn't have been more delighted! They exchanged casual conversation- their ideas, their passions, their drives.

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Kienerah's confidence seemed to stagger some, but she held resilient! This was her best chance, and she wasn't going to blow it! She might've found something worthwhile- maybe even something that could make her feel at home, and settle into her newfound life.

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Kienerah's doubt began to overcome her. It showed through in the sweat rushing down her forehead. Her cheeks began to flush and her eyes averted contact. She couldn't seem to sit comfortably within her own seat. She was stuck squirming, moving about- constantly shifting. As she lost focus, the one across from her seemed to has lost interest as well. The conversation lost meaning. The forks halted from striking the ceramic dishes. The candles seemed to fade out one by-

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The heat within Kienerah's cheeks began to manifest itself. Heat. Embers. Fires. Flames. Her sight zoomed loose from the imagination she found herself trapped in. Everything seemed to grow smaller and smaller. Heat. Fire. Burning pain.

It all came to flames around her. There she stood, surrounded by it. Or was she the center of it all? It was all so overwhelming. So sudden. The world around her ablaze. She looked down. Her traditional druidic garb soaked in embers, and yet no flames arose from her. She took one more look around, and stepped into the flames that encroached on her feet.




Kienerah gasped suddenly as she shot awake, looking around her faculty bedroom. Everything intact, everything as normal. She breathed a slight sigh of relief, but that was short lived. Her head struck the pillow once again, and she adjusted herself in her bed, puffing distress from her nostrils. She shut her weary eyes, and yet, she would find no sleep that night. She would lay awake, tossing and turning, finding no rest nor peace.

When the sun's rays shined through the window at dawn, Kienerah forced herself from bed, and she stood, stretching out her legs, arms, so on. She yawned sleepily, but, slipping into her morning shoes, she found herself at her dresser mirror, cracking a forced smile, with bags under her eyes and an insincerity in her approach. But no matter... for there was work to be done.