wardrobe-isms:
•“My poncho and I are ready.”• A small laugh at her expense. She felt like a little kid whenever she wore it, which only highlighted how young she was– relatively speaking.
Having phantom pains, she rubbed her shoulder. •“They have been, very fantastical. It’s different than the first time around. Gods, I don’t even remember what I did.”• Some of her memories, it seemed, will be coming back whenever they wanted to.
•“I see. It can get busy, and I do respect that.”• She nods, as if to give notice to Al. •“Have you been in touch with anyone else? I feel like I was off the grid for so long that things have changed so much!”•
“Hah, it’s always good to be prepared then. In any which way that you can be.“ They replied with a small goodnatured tone.
“Oh definitely. You’ve certainly been through a lot. And having it come back piece by piece can be overwhelming and strange to deal with. Memory is such a weird, weird thing – and how it works for different kinds is a whole another thing.“ Something that had been at Saima’s attention for a little while now.
“I have, I have – but things have changed so much – that I’m not even sure if you’d recognize some of the folks I’ve been in touch with these days. Especially since my own circumstnaces have changed in a major way. Circles shift so muuch over a relatively short period of time.“