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Meg Giry (charmingdancer) wrote in valarlogs,

Christine’s lack of anger at Meg being late brought a smile to Meg’s face. Relieved didn’t even begin to cover it. At least she wasn’t incredibly late. She imagined that would have brought about a different, more intense reaction.

Meg gave a sad sort of sympathetic smile to Christine. The other girl’s smile didn’t seem real and Meg didn’t blame her for being unable to produce a convincing smile. So much had happened to her and Christine always had a haunted kind of spirit within her. It was one of the things Meg found interesting about her friend. There was such a thing as too bright and happy, something Meg often just barely avoided herself. Christine, though, was complex and Meg suspected that her friend always had a lot weighing on her mind. It was just the impression she got.

“I’m fine. I’m beginning to really understand why everyone is always talking about dreams on the network. I had an odd one, myself. More like a memory than any ordinary dream.” She sighed and shook her head. “It’s not like it was incredibly bizarre or anything, just that it felt amazingly real.”

Meg gave a shrug of her shoulders, trying to literally shrug it off. Some of the dreams she’d read about on the network were really fantastic, bordering on science fiction. Hers was so ordinary, but that’s what made it stand out to her. She’d been a small child in her dream which was odd to Meg because she rarely dreamt about her childhood. It was all a little weird for her.