Before we were we, when we were just flesh and blood, when we did not burn or fly or dance except when pulled to the floor by a pretty girl, we traveled
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Most of the people in this place wouldn't even turn Clara's head, if only because she doesn't find them interesting.
She looks up when this man steps in, though, intense green eyes fixed on his face. Maybe she's just watching the way that he reacts to this new place he's in.
We feel eyes and it's easy enough to find the source. Harder to figure out what to do with the information.
We are confused, lost, unsure. This is a new place and new places come with new rules. Magic burns brightly here, but it is unfamiliar magic and it doesn't come to my fingers as easily as it should. And yet, it isn't the magic of nature, that unfamiliar sleeping giant beneath the grass. It's something beyond that, beyond root or wire.
But there are eyes and that is a place to start.
I make my way over, taking in that she is pretty and that we are... somewhat scuffed. Our coat could do with a wash, but at least our shirt and shoes are relatively clean. I consider subtlety but decide against it.
Clara doesn't do well with subtlety herself, so he might as well not bother himself with it either. She doesn't bother to take in what he looks like past his eyes, since that doesn't really matter when it comes down to things ... but he's asked her a question, so she might as well answer.
"Milliways," she says in smooth enough English. "It's the end." Of all things. It wasn't a terrible place.
"Which end?" which seemed like the most logical question for us to ask.
My eyes had once been brown, the brown of wet paper bags and old wood. They were now blue, the bright blue of flames and I was only just starting to get used to that in the mirror when we looked at ourself.
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She looks up when this man steps in, though, intense green eyes fixed on his face. Maybe she's just watching the way that he reacts to this new place he's in.
Maybe not. Regardless, she is watching.
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We are confused, lost, unsure. This is a new place and new places come with new rules. Magic burns brightly here, but it is unfamiliar magic and it doesn't come to my fingers as easily as it should. And yet, it isn't the magic of nature, that unfamiliar sleeping giant beneath the grass. It's something beyond that, beyond root or wire.
But there are eyes and that is a place to start.
I make my way over, taking in that she is pretty and that we are... somewhat scuffed. Our coat could do with a wash, but at least our shirt and shoes are relatively clean. I consider subtlety but decide against it.
"Where are we?"
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"Milliways," she says in smooth enough English. "It's the end." Of all things. It wasn't a terrible place.
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My eyes had once been brown, the brown of wet paper bags and old wood. They were now blue, the bright blue of flames and I was only just starting to get used to that in the mirror when we looked at ourself.
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