#goldfinchfreehold

Prissy sets up a spot by the fire for them both, looking over her hair and nodding "From here I can save it, thanks"

And Dagmar sleeps, recharging by the fire. Goldfinch doesn't feel like home, not like the bale of Rivervale itself, but it feels fiesty and helpful... if a bit preoccupied with folks loving it, a bit like Sylvi acttually, but it's familar enough she feels safe

and she sleeps

zzzzzzzz

And dreams. Dreams of Lulu gazing into her eyes, stroking her face with intense curious nature, and yes delight

In the dream, Dagmar takes her hand, and they walk through the woods, with Lulu sometimes singing and.. inviting Dagmar to join in

What's the harm, in a dream?

And in the Dream, Dagmar sings wihoutt worry of judgement, with open joy; in the dream she's allowed open joy, and Lulu harmoizes with her, they clasp hands.... and press noses, though Lulu steps up on a rock with a merrry smile so they can reach , nose to nose, lips start to brush....

"MORNING!" Prissy's voice jolts her awake "found a message on your phone, from late last nightt. Sylvi's fine, Rover's found. they're at Silverwolf"

"Gah!" Dag sits up, abrupt and awake.

"Uh.. thanks, Prissy."

"you're welcome. Oh they saved Firebrannds too"

"Shit? Yeah. Damn."

"YEAH... Sylvi sent a lot of texts around so it's kinnd of choppy but guess there's a reason her Dad stucck it ou in the dreaming... some pretentious nightmarre bitch and gang wanting to stop Imbolc?"

"Wow.."

"I know right, Sylvi and Piper hoggig the big battles for themselves? I ought to be pissed, but mmph, I agreed to watch the bale. I may have it another day"

Prissy says "Oh, no more blizzard, weather's natural again"

"Well, that's an improvement."

"How you feeling?" Prissy kens the girl "you look stronger"

glamour restored, banality down.. yeah, better

Dag stretches and flexes. A nod. "Yeah. Bale makes a big difference. Hospitals suck."

"Oh yeah, how's the Dreamer?"

"May."

"Worried, because of getting hurt. She might miss out on scouts."

"But, like, UCLA loved her."

"Oh shit, they should want her more... I mean, a house falls on you and you live, proves you're tough right?'

"Ha, point! She should put that in her essay."

"Seriously, if I were Sylvi, I'd probably help her do a video on recovery, show her building back up, training hard, like a journal... " She stops "Course, sometimes guys use that to perv on a girl, but if it were friends only and something she coudl show the college as part of her application for the scholarship? Migh work"

"Huh."

"Yeah, that's not a bad idea. Thanks, Prissy."

"happy to he..." She realizes what she was about tto say "I swear this crowd is getting to me"

"I'm no snitch."

A smile, horrendous mouth agape "yer all right. And.. what the shit, you're welcome. "

"Yeah. Um. I should probably check in at home..."

"Sure.. get some real food in you n shit.. see you around"

Grunt, nod, wave.

And off our heroine goes. While snow covers the streets, the snow itself has sttopped, and the chaotic winds are gone.

time to go home, and help dad pull twobit out of a drift. nutty terrier thinks she's a husky

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