Conversation Space II.

[powersthatbe]

As Thorne shared with the network, Travelers who vanish find themselves alone in a small room. But it doesn’t look quite as described last time. Paper lanterns hang in the corners, and a lemniscate of live, spicily scented blue roses traces a figure eight on the floor. A little marble plinth sits beside the looping roses, with a champagne flute balanced on it, pink, fizzy liquid quietly effervescing within. In place of the throne that was there before, each half of the loop holds a brown leather sphere - a yoga meditation-ball chair. They’re a little tricky to balance on.


The walls, floors, and ceiling are tiled, a prismatic fade from one color to another, each tile unique, just slightly different in hue than those around it, each colored line giving a sense that it belongs to a bigger pattern, but never revealing enough to allow anyone certainty about what that pattern might be. It is only a glimpse of a larger world… in this small, quiet space.

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[callmemeibe]

"So ungrown bodily. Not ungrown mentally." Her fingers twirl her spear for a moment, before she nods. "It is theoretically possible, if complex." She shrugs all four sets of shoulders. "Or you could tell your friends the truth."

[wolvering]

“I don’t want to really be ungrown at all, but I don’t want them to miss me and…” Pod bites her lip. “I don’t think anyone would believe me if I told the truth?”

If Pod wasn’t living it, she doesn’t think she’d believe it, that’s for sure. And maybe she wouldn’t care, but going mad, or the appearance of it, might get her removed from being a Beast Healer. She couldn’t stand that.

[callmemeibe]

"If I'm victorious. We'll speak of your wishes again, my Chosen. I'll help determine the best course for you. And I will keep this promise. If not... then this is moot, anyway. But I have faith you'll represent me well. I trust in your spirit."

Strength gives a small smile, and her lowest right hand reaches out to Pod, as if offering a handshake.