She picks her way over stone and occasionally through water, her shoes and the bottom of her skirt now long since soaked.
"This dream is stupid," she hisses.
Aqil's not listening. He never listens. "There's someone up ahead," he says. "You could hear them if you'd stop complaining for a second."
Iman is about to make some kind of affronted response, but he's right - she hears voices, two of them, up ahead. A person and their animal, or two people? Either way. She slogs forward, tripping over herself a few times, before she recognizes Greta's particular cadence.
"Greta!" she practically squeaks, and Aqil heaves an aggrieved sigh. Iman stumbles forward, feeling about, trying to find her or her giant fluffy dog. "Greta, it's me!" she adds uselessly. And then she finds a body, abruptly, by colliding with it. She's pretty sure that's not Greta. "Oh," she says in embarrassment.
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"This dream is stupid," she hisses.
Aqil's not listening. He never listens. "There's someone up ahead," he says. "You could hear them if you'd stop complaining for a second."
Iman is about to make some kind of affronted response, but he's right - she hears voices, two of them, up ahead. A person and their animal, or two people? Either way. She slogs forward, tripping over herself a few times, before she recognizes Greta's particular cadence.
"Greta!" she practically squeaks, and Aqil heaves an aggrieved sigh. Iman stumbles forward, feeling about, trying to find her or her giant fluffy dog. "Greta, it's me!" she adds uselessly. And then she finds a body, abruptly, by colliding with it. She's pretty sure that's not Greta. "Oh," she says in embarrassment.