[ Saoirse's coming from one place to another, and neither of them are home. This isn't the first time she's been brought from home to Somewhere Else, but this is certainly scarier than it had been waking up in Darrow.
She looks around, pushing her hair out of her face. She wants to tell these strangers that they don't need to tell her to be quiet. She already can't make a sound. When she sees Greta, she gasps softly and runs over to her.
At least she's got her, here. Whatever this place is that took them, it took them together. When she gets closer, though, she realizes: this isn't Greta at all. Her face is different. Harder. Her hair is lighter. She's more like Sara, but she's not Sara, either.
Saoirse hesitates, then steps closer and reaches out for her, anyway. ]
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[ Saoirse's coming from one place to another, and neither of them are home. This isn't the first time she's been brought from home to Somewhere Else, but this is certainly scarier than it had been waking up in Darrow.
She looks around, pushing her hair out of her face. She wants to tell these strangers that they don't need to tell her to be quiet. She already can't make a sound. When she sees Greta, she gasps softly and runs over to her.
At least she's got her, here. Whatever this place is that took them, it took them together. When she gets closer, though, she realizes: this isn't Greta at all. Her face is different. Harder. Her hair is lighter. She's more like Sara, but she's not Sara, either.
Saoirse hesitates, then steps closer and reaches out for her, anyway. ]