don't ever gift pets

Bourbon's soft touch and kisses barely roused her from the depths of her panic. It was all too real. Just like before. The pounding over their heads grew louder as the deer approached. "help!" she screamed all of a sudden, her limbs jumping to attention. Lucretia lurched to her feet, her eyes wild. She swung her head from side to side, perceiving some invisible, long-gone threat. "they have us surrounded!"

She stared ahead, lost in the past, then bolted for her inner chambers. Luce ran on instinct and memory. Deeper into the cave, the sounds echoed loudly. The inner chamber was hewn directly from stone, worn away by the water pooled in its base from long ago. She splashed through the water and collapsed on the platform at the center of the room, wet and cold. As the hoof beats resounded through the ground and stone she wailed and screamed.

"lucretia mutters..."