[Sophia came to Paul with his memories, a pooling of ink out of the dark water of his resurrected grief. She had curled over his racing heart and said nothing as it slowed, and she has been an anchoring calm to his storms ever since.
She is not calm now. The approaching presence of another Omen pins her ears tighter to her head, her back hunching as she wedges herself tighter in the gap between two bricks at the corner of the room. The horse (Gideon's, she perceives dimly - she does not know how -) is not there yet. She will be soon.
In a flicker of thought that threads blue and hot, she projects a fervent sense of wordless warding off.]
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She is not calm now. The approaching presence of another Omen pins her ears tighter to her head, her back hunching as she wedges herself tighter in the gap between two bricks at the corner of the room. The horse (Gideon's, she perceives dimly - she does not know how -) is not there yet. She will be soon.
In a flicker of thought that threads blue and hot, she projects a fervent sense of wordless warding off.]