08-09-2016, 02:36 PM
White horses. The hilarity of it swelled. As if colour was a choice. As if creating such a huge monument with a flick of the mind was as easy and negligible as baking a cake! Oh, I'd pick white. She was still focused on wrapping her mind around it - as if she could! - when she felt Elias twisting around, and realised suddenly that it was as much his distraction leaking into her as it was her own sentiment.
A part of her longed to get closer to the arch; to touch it and test that it was really real, and not some impossibly clever illusion. Along with about a thousand other people probably. She was more than ready to leave the crowd behind. Elias sheltered her from the brunt of it, but the whole experience had been exhausting. She squeezed his fingers in appreciation. "Yeah."
The throngs of people spread like a sea in every direction; she could barely tell which way was out.
A part of her longed to get closer to the arch; to touch it and test that it was really real, and not some impossibly clever illusion. Along with about a thousand other people probably. She was more than ready to leave the crowd behind. Elias sheltered her from the brunt of it, but the whole experience had been exhausting. She squeezed his fingers in appreciation. "Yeah."
The throngs of people spread like a sea in every direction; she could barely tell which way was out.