[ maybe he isn't getting anything useful out of them, but river's mind is wide open and absorbing everything around them as she stares almost unblinkingly. the doll is on the ground and the children stare at it too; river can feel their singular-minded focus and tries to follow it, tries to see what they're seeing or what they hope to find.
but there's nothing. no hats, no horses, no rooms painted red. another whisper passes through the group and river finds herself mouthing along, momentarily caught in the web of nonsense. it comes so naturally to her, after all.
sorry, wilhelm. you might have to pull her out of it and reminder her why they're here. they all need to wake up and go home. ]
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but there's nothing. no hats, no horses, no rooms painted red. another whisper passes through the group and river finds herself mouthing along, momentarily caught in the web of nonsense. it comes so naturally to her, after all.
sorry, wilhelm. you might have to pull her out of it and reminder her why they're here. they all need to wake up and go home. ]