roevember day 3: near miss
"aye, we found you washed up on the beach, we did. nasty head wound you got there. it's a miracle it didn't do you in! must have been a real near thing!"
in which a roegadyn woman wakes up in a small fishing cabin on an unfamiliar shore, with no knowledge of who she is or how she got there--or much of anything else, really, except for the fact that she should apparently be dead.
it's a lot to process.














