"It's the dream of someone from another damn world," he whispered back to her, unable quite to put into words what was so strange about that when he sat with her held tight to him, each of them multiversal flotsam and jetsam.
It was so quiet. The Drabwurld was, as worlds went, quiet enough, should you find the right place. No hum of chatter, no machinery, no smoke belching into the air. Thaumaturgy here needed no circuitry. It was so alien to Armada's constance sea-mutter and city-churn that it had disturbed him at first. He wasn't surprised to find himself happier in Srathmarbh, with the howl of the sea and the clamour of construction. But the film showed a silence wide and lonely as the depths of the sea. He could almost remember silences like that. Desert silences, the hush of no one knowing or caring where you were, or if you lived or died, as you picked your way alone across the world.
Slowly, he leant back, and let the film play out before him, eyes lit with hungry awe. He hissed at tense moments, shuddered and gnawed his lower lip, barely blinked; he flicked his tongue in the air, shifted in his seat, gripped her tighter.
Aly had to know when the first scare scene was coming up. He, of course, was entirely oblivious, more interested in staring at the setting and tiny details of the characters' costumes than paying attention to the plot.
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It was so quiet. The Drabwurld was, as worlds went, quiet enough, should you find the right place. No hum of chatter, no machinery, no smoke belching into the air. Thaumaturgy here needed no circuitry. It was so alien to Armada's constance sea-mutter and city-churn that it had disturbed him at first. He wasn't surprised to find himself happier in Srathmarbh, with the howl of the sea and the clamour of construction. But the film showed a silence wide and lonely as the depths of the sea. He could almost remember silences like that. Desert silences, the hush of no one knowing or caring where you were, or if you lived or died, as you picked your way alone across the world.
Slowly, he leant back, and let the film play out before him, eyes lit with hungry awe. He hissed at tense moments, shuddered and gnawed his lower lip, barely blinked; he flicked his tongue in the air, shifted in his seat, gripped her tighter.
Aly had to know when the first scare scene was coming up. He, of course, was entirely oblivious, more interested in staring at the setting and tiny details of the characters' costumes than paying attention to the plot.