[ Distance is a concept she's never concerned herself with β now, or ever. She feels emboldened by that fact when you can simply teleport around using rocks (because, as she failed to mention in any capacity to her new friend, they're special β this is on top of being birthed from a magic tree). Why measure miles when you can just think of where to go?
And even if his question is entirely off topic, completely unrelated, it's welcome. It's a nice distraction from the weird amalgamation that is her mood shifting as frequently as the ground beneath her feet. There's that corner she mentioned, her pace finding some purpose at the sight of it, where the path curves. ]
..Communion.
[ She already knows how he feels about being touched that way, so she lets the idea linger. ]
It's the easiest way of getting a face [ Or idea, memories, impressions, something she figures Marc understands from her own communion with him, ] across, unless you wanna hire a painter to do it.
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And even if his question is entirely off topic, completely unrelated, it's welcome. It's a nice distraction from the weird amalgamation that is her mood shifting as frequently as the ground beneath her feet. There's that corner she mentioned, her pace finding some purpose at the sight of it, where the path curves. ]
..Communion.
[ She already knows how he feels about being touched that way, so she lets the idea linger. ]
It's the easiest way of getting a face [ Or idea, memories, impressions, something she figures Marc understands from her own communion with him, ] across, unless you wanna hire a painter to do it.