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[ The last thing Amanda remembers is having fallen asleep in Clarice's cabin, but there's grass underneath her, not a mattress. She wakes slowly, squints against the sunlight as she pushes herself carefully into a sitting position. She's wearing white, a white dress that doesn't look like anything she ever owned, and the space around her, beautiful though it is - she barely registers that through the haze of confusion - is completely unfamiliar.
The cats bring her scrolls, and she must really be going crazy now - this is a hallucination, it has to be. Darius is mysteriously absent from her vision this time, but really, it must only be a matter of time before she'll see him, hidden among the trees or running down one of the garden paths. She reads the scrolls and fights the urge to laugh out loud. This is ridiculous. Her mind has really done a number on itself.
Amanda starts to push herself to her feet, and hisses out a curse at the sudden stabbing pain in her bad leg, reaching for and leaning against a nearby tree. ]
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[ And that would be where the Vine finds her, expression tense with pain as she carefully shifts her weight onto her good leg, using the tree trunk to balance herself. She isn't going to be able to walk like this, that was why she'd had the cane, but it's nowhere to be found here, at least so far as she can see. Then she notices the mirror, and for a few moments she just stares. Then she gives a soft, hysterical little sound almost like a laugh, and looks away, rubbing her hand across her face. She thinks she can feel a headache coming on already. ]
I have got to stop taking so many frakking drugs-
[ It's muttered to herself, because she can't imagine there would be consequences for anyone hearing her. She shuts her eyes for a few moments, composing herself, but when she opens them again the mirror is still there. One corner of her mouth twists, a little bitterly. ]
You're not even real. You can't be.
[ Because talking to a hovering mirror that just bloomed from a sentient vine makes complete sense when you're hallucinating. ]
[ The last thing Amanda remembers is having fallen asleep in Clarice's cabin, but there's grass underneath her, not a mattress. She wakes slowly, squints against the sunlight as she pushes herself carefully into a sitting position. She's wearing white, a white dress that doesn't look like anything she ever owned, and the space around her, beautiful though it is - she barely registers that through the haze of confusion - is completely unfamiliar.
The cats bring her scrolls, and she must really be going crazy now - this is a hallucination, it has to be. Darius is mysteriously absent from her vision this time, but really, it must only be a matter of time before she'll see him, hidden among the trees or running down one of the garden paths. She reads the scrolls and fights the urge to laugh out loud. This is ridiculous. Her mind has really done a number on itself.
Amanda starts to push herself to her feet, and hisses out a curse at the sudden stabbing pain in her bad leg, reaching for and leaning against a nearby tree. ]
( video )
[ And that would be where the Vine finds her, expression tense with pain as she carefully shifts her weight onto her good leg, using the tree trunk to balance herself. She isn't going to be able to walk like this, that was why she'd had the cane, but it's nowhere to be found here, at least so far as she can see. Then she notices the mirror, and for a few moments she just stares. Then she gives a soft, hysterical little sound almost like a laugh, and looks away, rubbing her hand across her face. She thinks she can feel a headache coming on already. ]
I have got to stop taking so many frakking drugs-
[ It's muttered to herself, because she can't imagine there would be consequences for anyone hearing her. She shuts her eyes for a few moments, composing herself, but when she opens them again the mirror is still there. One corner of her mouth twists, a little bitterly. ]
You're not even real. You can't be.
[ Because talking to a hovering mirror that just bloomed from a sentient vine makes complete sense when you're hallucinating. ]