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Daenora was unsure how, exactly she had entered into another world, but she had. She had fallen, and now she was here. And here was a strange place. A world so similar, but people near unrecognisable. The she and Kiera of this world knew each other, and she was glad for it. But the differences created a certain discomfort. This world’s Kiera had seen her fall through the air, and it had been pretty quickly apparent that they were, in fact of different worlds. It was strange for both of them, she thought, but they had resolved to work together.
They had met in Tyrosh, in this world, for Kiera had never left. Two unmarried young women, carefree as neither of them had ever been in their original world.
It was unsettling, this whole affair. Often she would turn to Kiera, expecting to share some private joke. And then she remembered. This Kiera was sympathetic, but at times she was clearly discomfited by the bleak sense of humour that Daenora and her Kiera shared.
She was unsure what had happened to this world’s Daenora. Perhaps they had swapped places, and her Kiera was experiencing the same strange envy. There seemed much more freedom in this world. She relished being able to walk down the street unremarked upon. But she had her love, and her son, to return to.
They found a way, at last, for her to return, and she held her Kiera tight. However much she would always now think of that world, tired and bitter as she was, she could never have left her behind.