[ Teagan's answer is one that she is also living, for now. Seated cross legged on the quiet shore of a small lake, she props up her chin in both hands, her eyes calm, for once, staring dreamily across the slightly murky water at the trees in the distance and the sun, which is dipping a little in the late afternoon sky, but slowly. It's just as she remembers it, an untouched, abandoned little lake she passed by years ago, frequented mostly by ducks and the like, and no more than that. ]
Somewhere safe. [ Her voice is a content murmur, as far away as her gaze. ]
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Somewhere safe. [ Her voice is a content murmur, as far away as her gaze. ]