Blue furrows her brow. It's not frustrated, or upset, so much as startled. She knows, now, that Ronan has the ability to summon completely independent life. It's equal parts beautiful and terrifying, and confusing enough that she sort of puts it from her mind most of the time.
But Cabeswater -- Cabeswater is something else. It's not life, it's lives, and time. Her brain is having trouble wrapping around it entirely.
"Your handwriting," she says, abruptly, rubbing her neck. "On the rock, do you remember? I thought some sort of time -- stuff." She wiggles her hands. "But it's not. You dreamed it that way."
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Date: 2016-06-10 05:54 pm (UTC)But Cabeswater -- Cabeswater is something else. It's not life, it's lives, and time. Her brain is having trouble wrapping around it entirely.
"Your handwriting," she says, abruptly, rubbing her neck. "On the rock, do you remember? I thought some sort of time -- stuff." She wiggles her hands. "But it's not. You dreamed it that way."