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GreenLady
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Lyra's eyes flickered open slowly, her arms wrapping around the pillow as she rolled over under the blankets. She sighed, a hand moving to cover her eyes. She still had a nagging headache. She decided if that was what communing was like, she never wanted to do it again. Screw the beauty of the glade and the chance to talk to the Great Mother...she would rather die than experience such pain. She groaned, rubbing at her temples. "Never...never again..."