[adaine's right to say that - and it's a little suspect, though it's tempered by the overall feel and pull toward the lights below, feeling herself sink slowly at her own speed, and realizing with a start that she's able to breathe. (yeah, that's how you know the ocean doesn't want to kill you for sure, vi.)]
Better than nothing is something.
[just like that, she's spoken words underwater. she feels her clothing sway as she moves, watches adaine's hair undulate in the current as they move along the glowing path - a corona of pale tendrils that is echoed in those roads they both move toward. and what lies beside and around them.]
Whoa. This is...
[not what she expected? what, exactly did she expect? maybe for there to be less down here - less shadows and shapes on the horizon - there's just so much of it.]
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Better than nothing is something.
[just like that, she's spoken words underwater. she feels her clothing sway as she moves, watches adaine's hair undulate in the current as they move along the glowing path - a corona of pale tendrils that is echoed in those roads they both move toward. and what lies beside and around them.]
Whoa. This is...
[not what she expected? what, exactly did she expect? maybe for there to be less down here - less shadows and shapes on the horizon - there's just so much of it.]