[ It's not a thought she has considered before. She turns to face him, tilting her head to regard Eustace with curiosity. ]
Maybe. [ It's not out of the realm of possibility, but. ] I'm not so sure I want to burst their bubble yet. [ With a hum, she cuts another pumpkin loose from the vine, severing it from the rest in one fluid motion. As she does, the scarecrow quickens, somehow shuffling at the speed of an awkward jog.
In response, a golden glass appears between herself, Eustace and the scarecrow. A barrier, easy to look through, and humming softly with... dreamotion? Or something a little more heavenly; it's hard to say entirely. ]
They can't communicate, can they? Thinking about it from that point of view, they really must be frustrated now.
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Maybe. [ It's not out of the realm of possibility, but. ] I'm not so sure I want to burst their bubble yet. [ With a hum, she cuts another pumpkin loose from the vine, severing it from the rest in one fluid motion. As she does, the scarecrow quickens, somehow shuffling at the speed of an awkward jog.
In response, a golden glass appears between herself, Eustace and the scarecrow. A barrier, easy to look through, and humming softly with... dreamotion? Or something a little more heavenly; it's hard to say entirely. ]
They can't communicate, can they? Thinking about it from that point of view, they really must be frustrated now.