[Zecora notes the change with casual indifference. She'd never quite figured out why humans always, always wore clothes, but she could accept the fact.]
A minute or two is no grief When company is a relief.
[Getting back to her feet, Zecora turns towards the gates. The first step out into the realm of dreams proper ought to be dramatic, but she takes it without any thought for its import.]
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A minute or two is no grief
When company is a relief.
[Getting back to her feet, Zecora turns towards the gates. The first step out into the realm of dreams proper ought to be dramatic, but she takes it without any thought for its import.]