[ following him eventually, she eyes the photographs and the walls—nothing's broken or rotted like she had expected it to be when left unattended—and tries not to let herself grow overwhelmed by being in a brand new place in a ouse she doesn't recognise. rubbing her hands against her arms, she does her best to shake off the feeling that they're being watched.
appearing at the doorframe of the room he's scavenging in, she remains where she is, wondering if she can get a wider view while he goes in for a more focused close-up. ]
Like a town in a snow globe? [ brows furrowing; that's the only way she can think of his comment as he moves to a closet. but no, that doesn't sound right to her. that's what she had meant, but she doubts it conveys what she's trying to process. ] Like Narnia? You know, like how you can't enter it without going through the wardrobe.
[ this idea is not one she's familiar with. the world she comes from exists within a world amongst worlds, not within its own self. ]
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appearing at the doorframe of the room he's scavenging in, she remains where she is, wondering if she can get a wider view while he goes in for a more focused close-up. ]
Like a town in a snow globe? [ brows furrowing; that's the only way she can think of his comment as he moves to a closet. but no, that doesn't sound right to her. that's what she had meant, but she doubts it conveys what she's trying to process. ] Like Narnia? You know, like how you can't enter it without going through the wardrobe.
[ this idea is not one she's familiar with. the world she comes from exists within a world amongst worlds, not within its own self. ]