[She was in front of Lucy now, blocking the way forwards—even blocking the light she saw on the horizon. The teenager was more agitated now, uncurling a stiff hand from her side to push one of those hands away. But she stopped before she put any strength into the gesture; her hand remained resting there on the stranger's wrist, ineffectually pushing at it.
She frowned, numbed mind turning again.]
...owl?
[What would an owl be doing out here? What was...this person doing out here?
...where was here?
She knew where she'd be and where she left the path, but—
Lucy looked up and up, at one of the echoing, glowing flowers.
"Home is this way" is all it said. That was all they needed to say, over and over—her mind filled in the rest of the sentence. It was enough to wiggle through her wariness to the loneliness underneath, and the rain numbing her mind did the rest.
She wasn't fully awake now, but she was looking around far more actively. Not fast, though.]
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She frowned, numbed mind turning again.]
...owl?
[What would an owl be doing out here? What was...this person doing out here?
...where was here?
She knew where she'd be and where she left the path, but—
Lucy looked up and up, at one of the echoing, glowing flowers.
"Home is this way" is all it said. That was all they needed to say, over and over—her mind filled in the rest of the sentence. It was enough to wiggle through her wariness to the loneliness underneath, and the rain numbing her mind did the rest.
She wasn't fully awake now, but she was looking around far more actively. Not fast, though.]