The woods seem to go on forever, and Dana is hopelessly lost. There's something out here in the dark with her, and part of her suspects that her double, that thing with her face, is waiting and armed and ready to destroy her. She can't know this for certain, and she wants to calm down and try to reason her way through this, but Teotimus isn't helping.
Every little sound, every crack of branches or crunch of leaves sets the little galago off, and he leaps from her shoulder to a nearby tree, to another tree and back to her again in the space of two seconds.
"We should keep moving!" he urges in a whisper, looking around in the dark for a way forward. His pupils are huge now, able to see well in the gloom, and his ears are in constant motion trying to identify the sounds of danger. "It's not safe to stand still, we have to go!"
"Teo, wait," Dana hisses, but he takes off anyway, springing up into the branches and forging ahead too fast for her to keep up. She staggers after him, panic rising in her chest because she knows, somehow, that it's dangerous for him to go too far away and that it will hurt, it will hurt more than anything. Dana can't see in the dark but she can feel the distance growing between them, and she grows more and more anxious as a few yards stretch towards that invisible barrier that should not be passed, and then--
Nothing.
It's so confusing that Dana stops abruptly and peers up into the trees. "Teotimus?" She asks, daring to raise her voice. He comes bounding back from several yards away and lands softly on her head. They are both of them unharmed. "But I thought..." Dana wonders, and Teotimus leans down to look in her eyes and lay a tiny hand on her forehead.
"I don't know," he replies. "I don't know why, but that's not important right now. Come on." And with that he leaps away again.
"Just don't go too far!" Dana protests, setting off at a jog to follow him.
((OOC: I'm taking a page out of this excellent Night Vale/HDM AU fic and assuming that Dana's temporal-dimensional displacement means that she and her daemon have a witch's range, just go with it))
Apologies to SailorPtah
Every little sound, every crack of branches or crunch of leaves sets the little galago off, and he leaps from her shoulder to a nearby tree, to another tree and back to her again in the space of two seconds.
"We should keep moving!" he urges in a whisper, looking around in the dark for a way forward. His pupils are huge now, able to see well in the gloom, and his ears are in constant motion trying to identify the sounds of danger. "It's not safe to stand still, we have to go!"
"Teo, wait," Dana hisses, but he takes off anyway, springing up into the branches and forging ahead too fast for her to keep up. She staggers after him, panic rising in her chest because she knows, somehow, that it's dangerous for him to go too far away and that it will hurt, it will hurt more than anything. Dana can't see in the dark but she can feel the distance growing between them, and she grows more and more anxious as a few yards stretch towards that invisible barrier that should not be passed, and then--
Nothing.
It's so confusing that Dana stops abruptly and peers up into the trees. "Teotimus?" She asks, daring to raise her voice. He comes bounding back from several yards away and lands softly on her head. They are both of them unharmed. "But I thought..." Dana wonders, and Teotimus leans down to look in her eyes and lay a tiny hand on her forehead.
"I don't know," he replies. "I don't know why, but that's not important right now. Come on." And with that he leaps away again.
"Just don't go too far!" Dana protests, setting off at a jog to follow him.
((OOC: I'm taking a page out of this excellent Night Vale/HDM AU fic and assuming that Dana's temporal-dimensional displacement means that she and her daemon have a witch's range, just go with it))