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Dear Shepherdess,
So began all of Graecie’s journal entries. Though she felt… odd writing this one, though. She couldn’t quite describe it: hot, not quite in an unpleasant way but not exactly in a pleasant way, either.
I’m sure you’ll be happy to hear that I’ve made a friend.
She paused. That wasn’t quite true; she’d made plenty of friends, all of which she’d hurried to tell her Goddess about.
Well, I’ve made plenty of friends, you know that. I know that, too, of course. But this friend…feels different, somehow. I can’t describe it, but… oh, Shepherdess, she’s so lovely! Her name is Shelby, and… I don’t even know where to begin with her! Oh, Shepherdess, she…she rather reminds me of you, I suppose.
Graecie grinned, at that. Yes, what a perfect way to describe it! Indeed, Shelby’s similarity to her Goddess must be what endeared her to her so.
Graecie put her journal away in a hurry, not bothering to finish the entry. She crawled into bed, thoughts of Shelby in her Shepherdess’ flock soothing her to sleep.
Sleep well, Shelby.
For once, her thoughts while lulled to sleep weren’t about the Goddess.