The stars are streaks of light painted on the sky as she tumbles, her heart thudding wildly, a taste of metal in her mouth, and then she slows, finding that she can, just because she wants to- well, dreaming has always come naturally to her.
Alter's hair catches her attention first, but what she's doing is actually more entertaining to Irene, who tests to see if she can stride over- yes, she can, which is good, because drifting is all very nice but it isn't her.
She takes a sip. (Naturally, not a drop of her drink left the glass during her fall).
"Scenery not up to scratch?" she inquires, and then- "I think the bit on the left could do with trimming."
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Story of her life.
The stars are streaks of light painted on the sky as she tumbles, her heart thudding wildly, a taste of metal in her mouth, and then she slows, finding that she can, just because she wants to- well, dreaming has always come naturally to her.
Alter's hair catches her attention first, but what she's doing is actually more entertaining to Irene, who tests to see if she can stride over- yes, she can, which is good, because drifting is all very nice but it isn't her.
She takes a sip. (Naturally, not a drop of her drink left the glass during her fall).
"Scenery not up to scratch?" she inquires, and then- "I think the bit on the left could do with trimming."