A second ago she was at work in the temple of Erastil in Sothis, which was actually going pretty okay, all things considered. Now she's in a grassy field with a couple fruit trees and a table and chairs and some notebooks and pens.
This is unexpected and requires a ton of power and is therefore sort of inherently terrifying. And she's alone, and defenseless, and she doesn't know where Verita is.
She mills around in steadily increasing amounts of distress until Hagan appears, just as suddenly.
Let's say, like, 5,000 years, and then we can revisit if it seems like a good idea.
So many cookies. An entire pocket dimension of cookies, if there is such a thing.
Do you want me to stop reading your mind? Or try to teach you how to keep things out of your head, if you want them to be private.
I don't really want to - make you think I'm more like I should be than I am.
There's no way you should be. You should be - anything that makes you happy and look forward to the rest of your life.
Nah.
She telekinetically grabs a random box of pizza and sets it down on the grass beside them.
Yeah. Pizza's good. It's not as impressive as apples, when it's cold, but it's different and it has a taste and this is pretty impressive of it.
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