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[tragic_mask]

Melpomene slept deeply without dreaming, and only woke up when the light between the curtains fell across her eyes.

It was a nice way to wake up. So now, as she opens her eyes, she stirs only slightly, and then settles back into a comfortable position.

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[mechanicalswans]

"But it's hard to move on sometimes," he says. "Especially being so rooted in the past. Sometimes I feel like I'm just--just reacting to things, not moving ahead of my own accord. If that makes sense."

[tragic_mask]

She tilts her head. "Yes. It really does. But that's why we're here, isn't it? To break out of the rut. Thats the idea, anyway."

[mechanicalswans]

"Do you do it too?" he asks, glancing up at her. "Or are you a little more free to move into the future, if you so choose?"

[tragic_mask]

"I'd like to think I am... but I think I'm just as caught in what has gone before."

[mechanicalswans]

"I wonder how others manage it," he says, looking down at his breakfast.

[tragic_mask]

"I wish I knew," she says.

[mechanicalswans]

"We'll find a way. The beauty of working together, eh?"

[tragic_mask]

"Indeed," she says solemnly.

[mechanicalswans]

"I suspect it will involve the beach."

He continues eating, lost in thought.

[tragic_mask]

She looks sideways at him.

"The beach. What about it?"

[mechanicalswans]

"All change comes from the ocean," he says, as though it were a perfectly logical statement. "No two waves are alike, and the water is always wearing away at the shore. A beach, it must be."

[tragic_mask]

She ponders. "I see. Well, sounds thrilling."

[mechanicalswans]

"Warm beach or cold beach, that would be the question. I know which I prefer, but maybe going against preference is what is needed."

[tragic_mask]

"I'd go with warm... but I think that's because of my past. So, if we're going to continue the metaphor, we should definitely jump into the cold sea and shock myself into doing something new."

[mechanicalswans]

"I know just the beach for it," he says. "But it's a long way from here. And that's assuming the landscape is the same here as it is back home."

[tragic_mask]

"Which beach did you have in mind?"

[mechanicalswans]

"...how do you feel about fjords?" he asks with a smile.

[tragic_mask]

"I never had a particularly strong opinion on them," she says, raising an eyebrow.

[mechanicalswans]

"You will," he says. "One way or another, I'm sure. Hopefully a good opinion. I find them beautiful, myself."

[tragic_mask]

"I hope I'll be able to agree with you," she says. "Certainly it would be a testament to my ability to go outside my comfort zone."

[mechanicalswans]

"We can go in the summer," he says. "Less of a shock to your comfort zone that way. And quite beautiful."

[tragic_mask]

"What is beautiful about it?" she asks.

[mechanicalswans]

"The contrast," he says. "The mountains--lush, green, steep--sloping down to the clear blue water. A sharp, dramatic landscape. Land that seems to be two days past the moment of its creation, not worn down like some."

[tragic_mask]

"That does sound beautiful."

[mechanicalswans]

"And if you don't mind water that's a bit on the chilly side, it's perfect."

He glances up at her, grinning a bit. "I'm not one of those people who goes swimming in icy rivers in the winter just for the sake of it. Don't worry about that."