REXANNA
Freedom is not so easily won. The Penumbra knows that better than anyone, but it still comes as a shock to open the door back into the same room she had just locked and left behind. She glances aside to Adam to make sure he’s seeing the same thing she is. Maybe it’s an illusion, but there’s that chill that she can barely feel and the dampness all around them. If they can’t just leave they’ll have to go through with whatever the girl wants from them. Or go through her.
Running isn’t her style, anyways.
She steps back into the room, looking swiftly around to see what else had changed. She sees the girl, the horse, and the mirror, but other than the ice it all looks the same. The mirror looks more like a window now, and she edges towards it without taking her eyes off the unnatural child and her song. “Adam, do you recognize that well?” She doubts he will, but she has to ask. It's unfamiliar to her, but maybe the mirror is a portal, and if they can get the girl to go back through it they’ll finally be able to leave this place.
Running isn’t her style, anyways.
She steps back into the room, looking swiftly around to see what else had changed. She sees the girl, the horse, and the mirror, but other than the ice it all looks the same. The mirror looks more like a window now, and she edges towards it without taking her eyes off the unnatural child and her song. “Adam, do you recognize that well?” She doubts he will, but she has to ask. It's unfamiliar to her, but maybe the mirror is a portal, and if they can get the girl to go back through it they’ll finally be able to leave this place.
