[Holo] [Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world]
“Why must we buy chickens?” Corinna asked, turning from the accounts to Lady Alicia. “Surely Cook-”
The world folded in on itself, the ceiling bending downward in the middle and the floor pushing up to meet it. Corinna had never felt so unsteady, like she was dizzy and stumbling all while sitting down. She closed her eyes tightly, childishly hoping it might be possible to wish the sensation away. But being childish was of no use. She opened her eyes again.
She was still sitting down. But not at a desk in the steward's office. She was on the floor of a strange circular chamber, walled with metal, green silk skirts and silver hair pooling around her. The metal chamber sat inside another, larger room, all in white, with only a pedestal and a door at the end of it to break up the icy flatness of the place. “What happened?” she cried out, unable to stop herself. She felt sick. There was an energy in the air, a humming, that somehow felt as if lightning were striking, constantly, somewhere far off. In spite of the cold look of the place, it was warm, she felt herself flush slightly, her blood-
Her blood ran quietly though her veins. She sat, shocked, for how many seconds?
That was of no use either. Carefully, she stood up. There was something weighing her skirts down. When she turned and saw it, she almost laughed. Her Folk Bag. She bent and picked it up, putting it over her shoulder. From the weight of it it was still properly stocked. That, at least, was something she could rely on. Her hair, as well, giving her the exact dimensions of this place as she moved, reminding her constantly of its energy. “But what is the time?” she whispered.
Something rested on the pedestal. She drew closer to it. The object was the size of a small notebook, and it contained more concentrated amounts of that lightning-like energy. She was almost afraid that her hair might singe if it touched it.
She set her face. Corinna Merton was not afraid. Lost, perhaps, and confused. Maybe even troubled. But not afraid.
She stepped over and picked the object up. It was made of nothing she knew, with a pane of glowing glass in its center. There was writing, underneath the glass. She frowned at it. “Holo mode?” What did that mean?
The world folded in on itself, the ceiling bending downward in the middle and the floor pushing up to meet it. Corinna had never felt so unsteady, like she was dizzy and stumbling all while sitting down. She closed her eyes tightly, childishly hoping it might be possible to wish the sensation away. But being childish was of no use. She opened her eyes again.
She was still sitting down. But not at a desk in the steward's office. She was on the floor of a strange circular chamber, walled with metal, green silk skirts and silver hair pooling around her. The metal chamber sat inside another, larger room, all in white, with only a pedestal and a door at the end of it to break up the icy flatness of the place. “What happened?” she cried out, unable to stop herself. She felt sick. There was an energy in the air, a humming, that somehow felt as if lightning were striking, constantly, somewhere far off. In spite of the cold look of the place, it was warm, she felt herself flush slightly, her blood-
Her blood ran quietly though her veins. She sat, shocked, for how many seconds?
That was of no use either. Carefully, she stood up. There was something weighing her skirts down. When she turned and saw it, she almost laughed. Her Folk Bag. She bent and picked it up, putting it over her shoulder. From the weight of it it was still properly stocked. That, at least, was something she could rely on. Her hair, as well, giving her the exact dimensions of this place as she moved, reminding her constantly of its energy. “But what is the time?” she whispered.
Something rested on the pedestal. She drew closer to it. The object was the size of a small notebook, and it contained more concentrated amounts of that lightning-like energy. She was almost afraid that her hair might singe if it touched it.
She set her face. Corinna Merton was not afraid. Lost, perhaps, and confused. Maybe even troubled. But not afraid.
She stepped over and picked the object up. It was made of nothing she knew, with a pane of glowing glass in its center. There was writing, underneath the glass. She frowned at it. “Holo mode?” What did that mean?