seven sisters and a broken compass

You see, it's not like ...

it's not like ...

What.

What am I trying to say?

Aliss and I have never actually met, in person.

In the flesh, so to speak.

Which is not to say I don't know her person, that hers and mine have not met.

They have met in public; they have met in private.

They have met in spaces only we know how to find.

It's been years now -- don't believe her if she says it's only months. Aliss don't have a real good relationship with time. :)

Which makes me wonder -- did she just ... wander off? Wallow away into the mist and forget where she went? No note on the proverbial kitchen counter; no breadcrumb trail; no soaring aurora borealis safety flare in the deep night sky.

Aliss, are you lost?

Are you scared?

I can't feel you any more.