[ Spoken or unspoken, a thought is often all it takes to find an answer. ]
What are you talking about? [ Bronwyn asks, her smile quirked a little with amused confusion. ] He's literally right behind you.
[ Sure enough, a needy tug at the back of his robe comes instantly. When Wei Wuxian turns, it will be as if looking through a broken mirror offering a reflection both known and unknown. The kitchen, Bronwyn, all of it is gone in the space of a moment. Tall trees grow all around him in their place, thin knobbly branches knitting together to create a dense canopy. Only a few pinpricks of sunshine made it through, speckling the grassy forest floor like dabs of yellow paint.
Still tugging at his robe is a little boy, ample golden hair drawn up into a high ponytail, while the rest flowed down his back and shoulders. His clothes were as simple as they were familiar. His plain linen robes and knit sweater were flecked with dried mud, splashed in a pattern that suggested he'd been playing in a mudpuddle nearby. It's only upon noticing that does the smell of freshly fallen rain appear, anchoring Wei Wuxian even more firmly to this new strange memory.
The wooden spoon once clutched in his hand is now gone. No way out. ]
Pick me up, Jakey! [ The little boy yells, grinning broadly. There's a large gap where a tooth is missing. It serves as a harbinger of the man this little boy would one day grow up to be, even if lost through growing rather than violence. ] I wanna see up high!
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What are you talking about? [ Bronwyn asks, her smile quirked a little with amused confusion. ] He's literally right behind you.
[ Sure enough, a needy tug at the back of his robe comes instantly. When Wei Wuxian turns, it will be as if looking through a broken mirror offering a reflection both known and unknown. The kitchen, Bronwyn, all of it is gone in the space of a moment. Tall trees grow all around him in their place, thin knobbly branches knitting together to create a dense canopy. Only a few pinpricks of sunshine made it through, speckling the grassy forest floor like dabs of yellow paint.
Still tugging at his robe is a little boy, ample golden hair drawn up into a high ponytail, while the rest flowed down his back and shoulders. His clothes were as simple as they were familiar. His plain linen robes and knit sweater were flecked with dried mud, splashed in a pattern that suggested he'd been playing in a mudpuddle nearby. It's only upon noticing that does the smell of freshly fallen rain appear, anchoring Wei Wuxian even more firmly to this new strange memory.
The wooden spoon once clutched in his hand is now gone. No way out. ]
Pick me up, Jakey! [ The little boy yells, grinning broadly. There's a large gap where a tooth is missing. It serves as a harbinger of the man this little boy would one day grow up to be, even if lost through growing rather than violence. ] I wanna see up high!