So she's probably new. Her urgency is on point either way - he knows as well as anyone just how unpleasant dreams can get - and this is not the time to explain.
"A giant," he echoes. "Fantastic." He stumbles as the ground shakes again, still gripping her arm, and turns to look at the trees, through which he can indeed catch a glimpse of some massive legs rumbling toward them at a pace he's not too comfortable with.
"Fuck," he says, his composure slipping. He has about HAD it with oversized dream antagonists. He looks around somewhat frantically. There's nowhere to run, the cliff continues in either direction and at the rate the ground is shaking it's a good chance they'd trip and plummet. What can he do? This isn't his specialty. He can't bend dreams unless there's a house involved. Can he make the dream his? Sometimes that works. Often when he doesn't want it to work, but maybe they'll get lucky.
"Fuck," he says again. "Okay, um, hang on." He lets go her hand and starts inching nervously through the trees. How likely are they to evade arbitrary destruction if they just pick a direction and run? It's not like it's flat ground, there's roots and uneven footing and probably more fucking cliffs. Fuck again.
"Uhhh," he says with increasing dismay, turning back to her and legitimately wringing his hands. "I don't know what to do. What do we do? How do you deal with giants?"
Yeah, that's why she looks so panicked, because she knows.
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"A giant," he echoes. "Fantastic." He stumbles as the ground shakes again, still gripping her arm, and turns to look at the trees, through which he can indeed catch a glimpse of some massive legs rumbling toward them at a pace he's not too comfortable with.
"Fuck," he says, his composure slipping. He has about HAD it with oversized dream antagonists. He looks around somewhat frantically. There's nowhere to run, the cliff continues in either direction and at the rate the ground is shaking it's a good chance they'd trip and plummet. What can he do? This isn't his specialty. He can't bend dreams unless there's a house involved. Can he make the dream his? Sometimes that works. Often when he doesn't want it to work, but maybe they'll get lucky.
"Fuck," he says again. "Okay, um, hang on." He lets go her hand and starts inching nervously through the trees. How likely are they to evade arbitrary destruction if they just pick a direction and run? It's not like it's flat ground, there's roots and uneven footing and probably more fucking cliffs. Fuck again.
"Uhhh," he says with increasing dismay, turning back to her and legitimately wringing his hands. "I don't know what to do. What do we do? How do you deal with giants?"
Yeah, that's why she looks so panicked, because she knows.