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( lilly-roland future fic? )

Lilly-Alain

Alain is walking in the practice yard, in Gilead. It has somehow been transported up to the palace wall, or perhaps the wall has been relocated instead; either way, there's a sharp drop-off along one edge, with windows and ledges cutting into the stonework below. Beyond stretches the panorama of Gilead. This is a dream; it doesn't look like Gilead truly did, though with dream-knowlege Alain knows that it's the city. Instead there's a stretch of plain interrupted by a lake, and jagged mountains rising beyond.

Somewhere, Cort is bellowing at 'prentices. Alain is watching a hawk wheel high above, instead of listening.