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The last time Daine so thoroughly exhausted herself was during the siege at Pirate's Swoop, so it's no great surprise that in her dream, that's where she wakes. She sits up on the cot they've set up for her in the stables, where the ponies could keep an eye on her. Her head swims, and she grips the edge of the cot until the sensation passes.
A familiar gray nose enters her field of vision, and Daine smiles as Cloud, her pony, sniffs her over. "I'm fine," she reassures the mare, reaching up to give her neck a pat.
You're no such thing, Cloud replies tartly. You've drained yourself again. I won't always be there to lend you strength when you need it.
"Good thing you're here now, then." Daine steadies herself against the pony as she rises to her feet, ignoring Cloud's irritated snort. "Where's Numair?"
It's trouble enough to keep an eye on you, let alone the stork-man.
Daine sighs. "Fine. I'll find him myself."
She makes it to the stable doors before the scene begins to disintegrate around her. Daine whirls about to look for Cloud, but the stable is gone, replaced by nothingness. Within moments, nothing remains but the planks below her feet - and then they, too, crumble away. Daine drops into the Dreaming with a cry of dismay, not knowing where she'll land.
[OOC: Daine's taking a two-day nap after the events in this thread, giving her enough time to drop into the minds of a good number of people. Go nuts!]
A familiar gray nose enters her field of vision, and Daine smiles as Cloud, her pony, sniffs her over. "I'm fine," she reassures the mare, reaching up to give her neck a pat.
You're no such thing, Cloud replies tartly. You've drained yourself again. I won't always be there to lend you strength when you need it.
"Good thing you're here now, then." Daine steadies herself against the pony as she rises to her feet, ignoring Cloud's irritated snort. "Where's Numair?"
It's trouble enough to keep an eye on you, let alone the stork-man.
Daine sighs. "Fine. I'll find him myself."
She makes it to the stable doors before the scene begins to disintegrate around her. Daine whirls about to look for Cloud, but the stable is gone, replaced by nothingness. Within moments, nothing remains but the planks below her feet - and then they, too, crumble away. Daine drops into the Dreaming with a cry of dismay, not knowing where she'll land.
[OOC: Daine's taking a two-day nap after the events in this thread, giving her enough time to drop into the minds of a good number of people. Go nuts!]
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Except he does know better. He just doesn't want to know better.
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And that's if it's done at all. She could mention it's the sort of behavior folk would expect from children or cowards, not the decent or honorable, but she's not out to insult Andrew. She just wants to make sure he quits lording things over her.
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Because a lack of emotional reaction (except expressed by minor acts of violence) totally means it's okay.
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Then she glances down at his hand, which has gone white-knuckled around hers, and wonders what else he could mean by the question.
"No," she says, frowning a little as she tries to decide if she ought to feel insulted by the implication that she would do such a thing. "Why would I?"
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The comment about 'better friends' is stranger, still. For a split second, her breath catches at the thought that he might be right (at least to a point; she's not in the habit of ranking her friends). What if some of her other friends are caught in the maze, too? There was a Coldfang, after all, which could only have come from her realm...
But almost as soon as the thought occurs to her, she realizes it can't be true. Kitten or Numair would have found her by now, and she can't imagine why any of her other friends would be here. The thought still troubles her, though, if only because Andrew thinks she'd just turn her back on him like that.
"You'd have to do a lot worse than being rude to get me to leave you here," she replies, shaking her head. "And I don't think any of my other friends are here, but even if they were, I wouldn't just forget about you." Smiling a little, she adds, "It'd be fair silly of me to go to the trouble of stealing you from that other man and then not even get you to the door."
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And see? That look on her face, the way her breath hitches...she does have other people to worry about. Other people probably a good deal less annoying and more useful than Andrew. Maybe the Doctor's even around here somewhere for her to go talk to.
"Rescuing," he interjects firmly. "You rescued me. It's only stealing if it's property, and a person can't be property." So there. Take that, worlds with slavery. He readjusts his grip, trying to make himself stop squishing her fingers.
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When Andrew loosens his grip, she gently frees her hand so she can shrug off her bow and quiver. "You'd best hold onto these for me," she says, passing them over. "I'll scout around for the exit and sing out when I find it - then you can start throwing books so I can find you again. At the very least, we'll know what general direction to head in." Which might not be much, but it's more than they know, now.
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"If I climb a shelf, I can watch where you go," he points out.
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She takes a breath and shuts her eyes, and a moment later, there's a barn owl sitting on the floor. She launches herself into the air and perches atop one of the shelves, waiting for Andrew to climb up before she goes to search in earnest.
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"That way, I think!" he tells her, pointing.
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The vaulted ceiling allows her enough space above the shelves that she can see a good deal of the maze, but what she sees isn't very encouraging. It's far bigger than any building she's been in before (unless you counted the TARDIS), and the corridors twist and snarl together in a manner that's almost dizzying when viewed from above. She focuses on the wall, instead, confident that if there's any movement in the maze below, she'll notice it.
Once she reaches the wall, the book drop is surprisingly easy to find. There's even a lit sign above it, with "BOOK DROP" printed in foot-high letters. Daine alights on the nearest bit of shelving and turns to look back the way she came, wondering if Andrew's reached the top of the shelf, yet.
Found it! she calls, letting out an ear-splitting screech for good measure.
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Shielding his eyes from the light with one hand, he peers in Daine's direction. "Is there a path through?" he calls back, hollering at the top of his lungs.
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I think so, she calls back, ruffling her feathers. Not sure how long and twisty it is, though. Hang on, I'm going to check it out!
Daine rises into the air and begins to follow the path from the book drop. It's slow going; even though her owl vision makes it relatively easy to pick out dead ends quickly, there are still a lot of branching pathways to check out and dismiss. As she works her way deeper in the maze, she has the idea to pluck books off the top shelves with her talons and drop them onto the correct path whenever there are a few branches to choose from. They won't be of any use if the maze changes itself again - really, this whole venture will have been useless if that happens - but she might as well, just in case it doesn't.
She's investigating a corridor about twenty yards from where Andrew's waiting when she sees a flicker of movement through the shelves. Rising higher - both to more easily see into the neighboring corridor and put herself farther away from whatever's over there, in case it's nasty - she cautiously peers over the shelf. It better not be another Coldfang - or the Master. She doesn't fancy tangling with the slaver if Andrew's just going to get all upset with her for defending herself.
The creature between the shelves turns out to be neither of those things. It's small, only about two feet long from nose to hip, with an additional foot of tail. It lifts its slim muzzle and blinks up at Daine, then lets out a loud chirp of recognition. In the same instant, Daine drops to the ground beside it, nearly falling over in her haste to shift back to human. "Kitten!" she cries, scooping her up. The little dragon clings to Daine's shirt, claws pricking her skin through the fabric, and lets out a musical series of chirps and burbles that manages to sound both relieved and scolding.
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