There was, in the manner of near-meta understanding often granted by a dream, the impression of Medrau snapping her fingers.
The city was gone, or they were moved, and the sudden quiet made the previous ambiance of disaster seem deafening. The four of them were in a black room, or perhaps a simple void, as any walls that might exist here were just beyond the range of detection.
Medrau sat at the same wire-mesh table from Song's previous dream, sipping the same tea, but there was only one chair, and the whole of the set including its crafter appeared to be contained within a thick-walled glass box.
"For my protection," explained the dark-haired copy of Song, waving a hand at the box. "I'm afraid I'm not as generous as my other self with tea. I can make up for it with a peace offering, if you'll kindly listen."
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Date: 2012-07-28 08:50 pm (UTC)There was, in the manner of near-meta understanding often granted by a dream, the impression of Medrau snapping her fingers.
The city was gone, or they were moved, and the sudden quiet made the previous ambiance of disaster seem deafening. The four of them were in a black room, or perhaps a simple void, as any walls that might exist here were just beyond the range of detection.
Medrau sat at the same wire-mesh table from Song's previous dream, sipping the same tea, but there was only one chair, and the whole of the set including its crafter appeared to be contained within a thick-walled glass box.
"For my protection," explained the dark-haired copy of Song, waving a hand at the box. "I'm afraid I'm not as generous as my other self with tea. I can make up for it with a peace offering, if you'll kindly listen."