More movements, more noises, more sounds – a savior? Torchline wasn’t full of them, but perhaps luck would shine on her today. “Hi Remi,” she whispered, voice cracking and shuddering, wishing she could reach her hand out. Something in her lungs seized, and the breath flickering, following was painful.
But he was asking what happened, and the glorious things spiraled around her again – for a moment a smile curled along her features. “There was…there was a horse in the water!” And there, they’d be able to see it before them, like portals of mist, of billowing fog. “It let me ride it, and we went off into the jungle! Through the air!” The grin was blissful, free of the burdened pain, eyes glancing all over, but she couldn’t crane her neck to follow the images unfolding.
“And then, I think it dropped me. Or I fell.”
There she laid now, broken.
“Can you help me?” Another plea, a hushed pulse through lips, begging, begging, begging.
But he was asking what happened, and the glorious things spiraled around her again – for a moment a smile curled along her features. “There was…there was a horse in the water!” And there, they’d be able to see it before them, like portals of mist, of billowing fog. “It let me ride it, and we went off into the jungle! Through the air!” The grin was blissful, free of the burdened pain, eyes glancing all over, but she couldn’t crane her neck to follow the images unfolding.
“And then, I think it dropped me. Or I fell.”
There she laid now, broken.
“Can you help me?” Another plea, a hushed pulse through lips, begging, begging, begging.
