[ Whether an illusion is meant to confuse, frighten, or lull one into complacency, it doesn't matter. Without her magic, she can't sense any ambient chroma to latch on to, and there is no sense of elemental matter around them outside of what she can reach out and touch with her hands. It's a disorienting feeling, and she can't trust what she thinks she can feel.
Even nightmares can feel real to the person walking through them.
Linhardt is given a second fruit and then a third as she goes to each tree. His plan is sound, to grab two of each, and Lune slides a few into the crook of her arm as she weaves back between the trees and then returns to him. She doesn't have a knife to carve into them, but it also may not matter. ]
We can use one of our own items, then, as I don't trust any landmarks here to not shift if this place is an illusion.
[ Lune is already starting to tug off her glove for use as a landmark, and her eyes flick back to him. The furrow of her brow hints at her annoyance, like he's slowing down the process. ]
You could. Would you be satisfied with any answer I could give?
[ She starts to shed her coat for a makeshift sling for all of the fruit, so he needn't use his pockets, but she pauses halfway to reconsider him. At length, she holds out her hand. ]
Will this suffice for now, until we find better confirmation that we're both not seeing things and imagining voices?
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[ Whether an illusion is meant to confuse, frighten, or lull one into complacency, it doesn't matter. Without her magic, she can't sense any ambient chroma to latch on to, and there is no sense of elemental matter around them outside of what she can reach out and touch with her hands. It's a disorienting feeling, and she can't trust what she thinks she can feel.
Even nightmares can feel real to the person walking through them.
Linhardt is given a second fruit and then a third as she goes to each tree. His plan is sound, to grab two of each, and Lune slides a few into the crook of her arm as she weaves back between the trees and then returns to him. She doesn't have a knife to carve into them, but it also may not matter. ]
We can use one of our own items, then, as I don't trust any landmarks here to not shift if this place is an illusion.
[ Lune is already starting to tug off her glove for use as a landmark, and her eyes flick back to him. The furrow of her brow hints at her annoyance, like he's slowing down the process. ]
You could. Would you be satisfied with any answer I could give?
[ She starts to shed her coat for a makeshift sling for all of the fruit, so he needn't use his pockets, but she pauses halfway to reconsider him. At length, she holds out her hand. ]
Will this suffice for now, until we find better confirmation that we're both not seeing things and imagining voices?