She blinks back to the volcano and she works her way through the omg so f*****g many loops and a few of them speak to her, it’s time to step out of her comfort zone completely.
She concentrates on the Werefox called Papa, she’d been his daughter in a loop and she pulls him to her. His bright eyes sparkle, and the edges crinkle in laughter as her lip quivers. They laughed then and she realized that the word papa translated differently, and the French man had raised her in the looper loop.
“Do you know me? do you know who I am?” Her fingers rub his mark gently and it pulses with light, the man she didn’t recognize as his hand touching hers, it is like touching a piece of the past she only read about or her favorite stories about the ancients, their race lived thousands of years ago before
