[ She doesn't know how good her ideas are -- the first time she'd ever been to a beach had only been months ago. But she learned all the same Girl Scout and 4-H bullshit as everyone else she knew had, and shelter is always the first step. Protect yourself from the elements as best you can.
Gazing at the broken glass, she has a thought. It's half-baked, and maybe only occurs to her because she's drunk, but. She knows that she is able to things in the Horizon that are seemingly impossible for anyone else. She knows that, wherever they both are, it's still subject to the Horizon's magic, at least in some ways; they were both capable of at least the act of manifestation. Maybe not successfully, but they still got the broken pieces.
She knows that, when she was afraid and desperate back in Cadens, she called out to the Singularity. She's pretty sure it answered. And if she could do that, then...
Sighing, she closes her eyes tight. Rarely does she have to actively manifest like others; usually she can just have a passing thought and whatever she wants appears in conjunction with it, like her mind and the Horizon are working as partners. Here, it's not so simple, but it seems to be possible. She pictures the warmest, fluffiest sweater she can. It's navy, cable knit. A bit fuzzy. She gives it a silver zipper up the front. A hood, to protect ears. A pocket on each side for hands. There's a little stitched butterfly in silver, where there might usually be a Polo horse or a Brooks Brothers sheep.
And she pictures it on Rhy. Covering his arms, his head, his body. Summons every mental image of him she can, all the details of his face and skin. She hopes he's not taller than she remembers.
The blob hums furiously at her, enough that she has to cover her ears from the buzzing. The ground quakes, crumbles on the edges of some of the cracks.
(She doesn't say anything about it to Rhy. She doesn't want him to be upset if it didn't work.)
When she can't take the shaking anymore, she stops. The tremors continue for a moment, then quiet to a tolerable drone. Her brow knits. ]
Rhy. A few months ago. With the nightmares. Did you... did you try to come to the Horizon back then? Did you see somewhere else for a second?
[ It flashes behind her eyelids. The statues, the red strings, the tall grass. The Magician hanging in the sky. She'd been so caught up in the dreams that she'd barely remembered it, but it happened. ]
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Gazing at the broken glass, she has a thought. It's half-baked, and maybe only occurs to her because she's drunk, but. She knows that she is able to things in the Horizon that are seemingly impossible for anyone else. She knows that, wherever they both are, it's still subject to the Horizon's magic, at least in some ways; they were both capable of at least the act of manifestation. Maybe not successfully, but they still got the broken pieces.
She knows that, when she was afraid and desperate back in Cadens, she called out to the Singularity. She's pretty sure it answered. And if she could do that, then...
Sighing, she closes her eyes tight. Rarely does she have to actively manifest like others; usually she can just have a passing thought and whatever she wants appears in conjunction with it, like her mind and the Horizon are working as partners. Here, it's not so simple, but it seems to be possible. She pictures the warmest, fluffiest sweater she can. It's navy, cable knit. A bit fuzzy. She gives it a silver zipper up the front. A hood, to protect ears. A pocket on each side for hands. There's a little stitched butterfly in silver, where there might usually be a Polo horse or a Brooks Brothers sheep.
And she pictures it on Rhy. Covering his arms, his head, his body. Summons every mental image of him she can, all the details of his face and skin. She hopes he's not taller than she remembers.
The blob hums furiously at her, enough that she has to cover her ears from the buzzing. The ground quakes, crumbles on the edges of some of the cracks.
(She doesn't say anything about it to Rhy. She doesn't want him to be upset if it didn't work.)
When she can't take the shaking anymore, she stops. The tremors continue for a moment, then quiet to a tolerable drone. Her brow knits. ]
Rhy. A few months ago. With the nightmares. Did you... did you try to come to the Horizon back then? Did you see somewhere else for a second?
[ It flashes behind her eyelids. The statues, the red strings, the tall grass. The Magician hanging in the sky. She'd been so caught up in the dreams that she'd barely remembered it, but it happened. ]