[Anger flowed in where there was panicked emptiness; familiar and terrible, but something. Something she could do, something that wasn't drowning in her own misery.
Lucy wasn't going to touch the field; she didn't know what it was, it could be dangerous. It probably was. It was certainly beyond her understanding of things (glass? Mist? Light?). But telling her not to do something was a certain way to bring out her spite.]
Stay there!
[She dragged herself up with the bench, enough to reach out a hand for the shimmering wall with a determined grimace.
...but was it really so strange? It only seemed odd because she was on the wrong side; because it should be translucent as a mirror, flickering silver where fingers and hands interwove to keep things away from her.]
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[Anger flowed in where there was panicked emptiness; familiar and terrible, but something. Something she could do, something that wasn't drowning in her own misery.
Lucy wasn't going to touch the field; she didn't know what it was, it could be dangerous. It probably was. It was certainly beyond her understanding of things (glass? Mist? Light?). But telling her not to do something was a certain way to bring out her spite.]
Stay there!
[She dragged herself up with the bench, enough to reach out a hand for the shimmering wall with a determined grimace.
...but was it really so strange? It only seemed odd because she was on the wrong side; because it should be translucent as a mirror, flickering silver where fingers and hands interwove to keep things away from her.]