"... Oh, dear," Greta murmurs. This is after several exaggerated blinks and rubbing her eyelids fail to bring a single thing into focus. There's nothing but darkness surrounding her, and she can't even begin to guess whether it's just too dark to see, or if the Rift has seen fit to strike her blind.
She's not sure which is more likely, which might be the most terrifying thing of all.
What if she never gets to see Iman again?
"... Greta?" someone ventures from far too close, and she nearly jumps out of her skin before placing the voice.
"Angus?" she flails an arm towards her dog, slumping a little when her fingers sink into his shaggy fur. "You're here?"
"Yes." There's a rustling crunch of paws on loose shale, and a puff of warm air as he snuffles at her face. "Are you all right?"
Greta slings her arms around his neck, her useless eyes stinging a bit, rocks shifting beneath her as she leans into his reassuringly solid presence. "I don't think so. I can't--I can't see anything."
"Neither can I," he replies, not sounding particularly happy about it. "It's too dark." After a beat, he tucks his nose beneath her chin and adds, "It's just too dark."
Greta sniffs once, then gives Angus a grateful squeeze. At least he's here. That's a comfort. She pats his fur for a few moments until she feels a bit steadier, then asks, "What do we do now?"
"Find Iman and Aqil," comes the immediate reply. "If they're here."
Greta smiles faintly. There doesn't seem to be anything inherently dangerous here, but given how dark it is, it's hard to feel entirely safe, either. Even if there's nothing lurking out there, what's to stop anyone from blundering right into a tree or off the edge of a cliff? Finding Iman and her bird would go a long way towards easing Greta's mind, and hearing Angus echo her sentiments makes her feel a bit less silly for having them.
"Right." She gets to her feet unsteadily, leaning on Angus's shoulder for support. It's not easy keeping her balance on the... rocky beach?... with no horizon to focus on. "I guess we'll just... go slowly?"
Angus leans against her leg. "Slow and steady," he agrees, and they set out.
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She's not sure which is more likely, which might be the most terrifying thing of all.
What if she never gets to see Iman again?"... Greta?" someone ventures from far too close, and she nearly jumps out of her skin before placing the voice.
"Angus?" she flails an arm towards her dog, slumping a little when her fingers sink into his shaggy fur. "You're here?"
"Yes." There's a rustling crunch of paws on loose shale, and a puff of warm air as he snuffles at her face. "Are you all right?"
Greta slings her arms around his neck, her useless eyes stinging a bit, rocks shifting beneath her as she leans into his reassuringly solid presence. "I don't think so. I can't--I can't see anything."
"Neither can I," he replies, not sounding particularly happy about it. "It's too dark." After a beat, he tucks his nose beneath her chin and adds, "It's just too dark."
Greta sniffs once, then gives Angus a grateful squeeze. At least he's here. That's a comfort. She pats his fur for a few moments until she feels a bit steadier, then asks, "What do we do now?"
"Find Iman and Aqil," comes the immediate reply. "If they're here."
Greta smiles faintly. There doesn't seem to be anything inherently dangerous here, but given how dark it is, it's hard to feel entirely safe, either. Even if there's nothing lurking out there, what's to stop anyone from blundering right into a tree
or off the edge of a cliff? Finding Iman and her bird would go a long way towards easing Greta's mind, and hearing Angus echo her sentiments makes her feel a bit less silly for having them."Right." She gets to her feet unsteadily, leaning on Angus's shoulder for support. It's not easy keeping her balance on the... rocky beach?... with no horizon to focus on. "I guess we'll just... go slowly?"
Angus leans against her leg. "Slow and steady," he agrees, and they set out.