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Outside the dorms, Sunday morning

At least she knew her name now, and knew that she liked feeding a horse apples and made unusual cookies. She still had no memories of her life before Saturday morning, and it was becoming increasingly frustrating. With a frown River sat crosslegged on the lawn, studing the marked poems in her books for further relevations.

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River leaned closer too, and it seemed to her that seated opposite each other, both leaning forward, they created a shelter for the books and their thoughts. "Former River could also read minds," she said, knowing that from what Karal had showed her yesterday. "Continuity there." She paused, relecting on Adah's words. "Beautiful enigma," she agreed. "But the connections can still be found, unlocked, step by step, even if the purpose is unknown."

Grinning excitedly, Adah looked over at River through the hair in her eyes, looking at her intently as if trying trying to see if she could possess the ability to read her mind, too. She wondered if River's beautiful enigma was referring to both the situation and to Adah herself. She wanted it to. Looking at River like this, she realized that the other girl, too, was a beautiful enigma. They knew each other once, but not now. But they had the chance to know each other again. What was their relationship? Marked poems and books under pillows. Had she missed clues to River before because of the multiple meaning behind the word? She'd have to check, scour again. What was their relationship? What would their new relationship me?

She paused, blinking back a sudden rush of warmth the her cheeks. Make new memories, a new memory just inches away. Adah bit her lip slightly and found herself drawing back, curling around the book as if to close off that sudden moment, that sudden temptation. There were poems, and she was thinking of...not poems. Often, by what she read, the subject of poems, but not the poems themselves. Those were supposed to be the clues, right?

...weren't there? Doubtfully, she tried to focus. "The poems, the steps. One at a time," she said, her eyes passing over the beginning of the poem she'd opened to. So bashful when I spied her, so pretty, so ashamed!

The poems, the steps, one at a time, but Adah of the Notebook seemed surprisingly good at throwing them all at her at once, didn't she?

Two beautiful enigmas? River felt herself blush too, and looked down at the page, wondering if she wanted Adah to read her mind. "Unknown past, unknown future," she mumbled, then added: "You are beautiful." Saying that made her cheeks turn even warmer. She shook her hair, trying to bend her mind towards the page.

So hidden in her leaflets,
Lest anybody find;

So breathless till I passed her,
So helpless when I turned

She continued, reading the words out loud.

Adah glanced up briefly with a crooked grin as River read the next lines right from the page, before lowering her head to continue it.

"And bore her," Adah read, with dramatic emphasis, as if saying the worlds allowed her to taste the little tingle that she was starting to feel spread through her fingers, her chest, her face, "struggling, blushing, her simple haunts beyond!"

Poetry was good for channeling emotions, River decided.

"For whom I robbed the dingle,
For whom betrayed the dell,
Many will doubtless ask me,
But I shall never tell!"

She looked up again, meeting Adah's eyes. "You think Adah of the Notebook would have kept a thing like that quiet?" she asked quietly. She had a feeing she wouldn't have been able to, but then former River might have. "There was a similar secret?"

"I think," Adah said, so many things fueling her conspiratorial grin as she leaned forward again, "that the Adah of the Notebook, for all the things she wrote and planned and said, left a lot of things quiet. Hidden in her leaflets; but what is hidden can always be found..."

She lifted her eyes and placed them steadily against River's, a silent question, if River felt they should start looking.

"For us to excavate," River replied, lifting one hand resting on the book to try and brush a strand of hair from Adah's face. Not that there was anything wrong with that strand of hair, or that it was out of place where it was, but it seemed like an excuse to touch. "Where would you start?"

Counterbalancing River's lifted hand, Adah smiled lightly and moved her own, the opposite one, similarly brushing back River's hair, to tuck behind the other girl's ear and, while it was there, leaving her hand close-by to lightly brush her thumb against River's cheek. Her eyes danced across River's face for a hint of whether this seemed the right direction to go, but, unless the signs were crystal clear, she knew she'd have difficulty stopping herself. All the signs were there. She smiled lightly, nervously, before leaning in slowly, to close the gaps of space between them, and kiss her.

As Adah's lips touched hers, River knew this was a good thing. Every part of her body told her so, and returning the kiss felt like the most natural thing in the world to do. She let her hand slip down to rest on Adah's shoulder, her fingertips tracing the skin on Adah's neck. River tilted her head, letting her lips do a similar exploring.

While Adah didn't feel any doubt about her actions, her relief as the kiss was returned was no small thing. Her eyes lightly lidded to let in just a little bit of light to match the cloudy feeling in her head, she tried to focus on the sensations, the feelings. Her and River, River and her, drawing in a breath between the parting of lips and an uncontrolled shiver at the fingers moving down her neck. It seized her body, tight and unmovable, but only for a moment, very quickly melting under the effect that the soft meeting, departing, remeeting of their lips. It did feel natural, and Adah of the New Day wondered....was this another thing the Adah of the Notebook had foreseen sharing with this second coming of herself?

"Message of the poem?" River said, reluctantly letting go of Adah's lips before leaning in for another kiss, her fingers moving through Adah's hair. Her hands and her lips certainly seemed to know what to do, so she let them, as long as Adah would let her.

Adah didn't know; Adah felt like she couldn't know the answer to anything right now, as if she didn't have the capacity for it, as if her brain was just refusing, unable, to deal with anything more than the overwhelming feeling taking over her. Her heart, her breathing, her head, pounding, laboured, struggling, but the body still moving as if intending to leave those otherwise automatic functions behind. She leaned heavily forward into the kisses while simultaneously feeling like she should just draw away, remember how to breathe again. But she couldn't stop. It felt like too many functions, too many reactions to deal with, and that simply falling into the softness of River's hand in her hair, her lips against hers, was the only thing keeping her up. Her own hand started moving back through River's hair, while the other ducked in passed River's arm to find the other girl's cheek, lightly cradling. Just her and River, River and her.

Was this the answer to anything? She didn't know; she wasn't even sure there was a question. She just knew she was happy.

River's mind was full of Adah, of her feelings and sensations, and it was hard to tell her own mind from Adah's. It didn't matter though. The present moment, every second of it, was what mattered. Sensing skin under her fingertips and fingertips on her skin and not knowing which was which became part of being with Adah.

And most important of all, Adah was happy and so was River.

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