Anna. I am 21. Preparations are still in the earliest stages for my twenty-second birthday. You cannot be 21. Something is horribly wrong here.
[Because as she looked at Anna, as she saw the ring on her finger and the way she had filled into her womanhood, into her adulthood she could see it. They looked almost exactly the same age. That was only possible if somehow she had lost three years of her life.
Her fingers craved gloves. her body closed in on itself. Her breathing was tight and it was taking an effort to control herself. Did she do this? Was her magic responsible for more than merely ice and winter?]
What happened to the last three years of my life?!?
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[Because as she looked at Anna, as she saw the ring on her finger and the way she had filled into her womanhood, into her adulthood she could see it. They looked almost exactly the same age. That was only possible if somehow she had lost three years of her life.
Her fingers craved gloves. her body closed in on itself. Her breathing was tight and it was taking an effort to control herself. Did she do this? Was her magic responsible for more than merely ice and winter?]
What happened to the last three years of my life?!?