Frankly, Sunshine didn't really expect to be in control of much of anything in her life. She hadn't expected control at home, either, not with the normal things - her daily routine, her schedule, her finances, the privacy of her relationships in the claustrophobic closeness of the coffeehouse - and certainly not with the magic that only a panicked flailing after survival had forced her to use.
"I ought to be able to tell if it's not real sunlight," she said. "I get kind of...sick. Without the sun."
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Date: 2007-10-22 11:28 pm (UTC)"I ought to be able to tell if it's not real sunlight," she said. "I get kind of...sick. Without the sun."
She frowned. "How can you be 'not allowed'?"