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On nights like these the roof is Bar's favorite place to be.
Overcast, crisp and cool with a slight breeze coming off of the lake.
She lays back on the tar paper, eyes wide, and just listen. Being there in the dark with nothing but sound and sensation it...it's the closest thing to home that she's found so far.

Trust her, she's been looking.

The gentle lapping of the lake against her shores.
The occasional splash of a breaching squid.
The mournful howl of something calling from deep within the forest.

Every second she breathes in more, and with every exhale she knows deep with in her borrowed human heart that it's just not enough.

The chilling mist that falls on her naked skin isn't enough.
The rough feeling of the roof under her hands and feet isn't enough.
The shiver that runs down her spine spawning a flurry of goose bumps isn't enough.

She has an itch that needs scratching, and it's not a spot she can reach alone.

Trust her, she's been trying.