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Tesara isn't Tesara 10/30/2021
Tesara Anerin — 10/30/2021
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Tesara stands in front of the mirror, looking at someone she doesn't quite know. Green dress, hair done up, and even a touch of color on her eyelids. She had balked at lipstick and heels.
"Who are you?" She frowned. It was bothering her, more than she liked to admit. Here she was on Dubrillion about to go to dinner with a man she couldn't remember but seemed to know her, while Jack could be unconscious or even dead on Lanus.
"And what are you doing, Tesara?" She sighed. At least Ryan and Mishka were going with her. She would have said no if he had wanted to go to dinner with her alone. It felt too much like cheating, even though she and Jack had never actually specifically said they were dating. She had kissed him once. He had kissed her back, and it had been wonderful.
"Then why in the hell are you in a dress instead of flying back to Lanus to save him?" She asked her reflection. "After Aneta's funeral, we're leaving." She reassured herself. "We'll rescue Jack and life can return to the normal insane chaos it usually is."
She knew it was silly to be talking to herself, but it was the first time in her life she felt like she was utterly out of her depth. The little blaster was in her little purse, and that was the only link to her normal self she had. She straightened her spine, lifted her chin and took a deep breath. "Let's do this." She said, turning and marching out of the door to go to meet Ryan and Mishka.
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