She wrapped herself in the quiet and thought on this, only half-seeing the familiar images. Thinking of dreams, and other worlds; what did he dream of? what did he remember, what were the shapes and colours and textures of his world? Her imagination conjured images like a forest of brightly-coloured sails, fleet, synthetic-hulled skiffs hunting—
But a sound made her re-focus, and she leaned vaguely forward. The music faded in a moment she recalled well (it had made her shriek the first time, and muffle the same sound in her hands the second). She watched the Brucolac from the edge of her vision, making certain to time it. Turned her face toward him, innocuously— and in concert with the first of the movie's many later scares flicked out the tines of her tongue, touching them against the worlds of his ear, hissing in such close proximity just to startle him better.
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She wrapped herself in the quiet and thought on this, only half-seeing the familiar images. Thinking of dreams, and other worlds; what did he dream of? what did he remember, what were the shapes and colours and textures of his world? Her imagination conjured images like a forest of brightly-coloured sails, fleet, synthetic-hulled skiffs hunting—
But a sound made her re-focus, and she leaned vaguely forward. The music faded in a moment she recalled well (it had made her shriek the first time, and muffle the same sound in her hands the second). She watched the Brucolac from the edge of her vision, making certain to time it. Turned her face toward him, innocuously— and in concert with the first of the movie's many later scares flicked out the tines of her tongue, touching them against the worlds of his ear, hissing in such close proximity just to startle him better.