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Not a terribly useful world, the girl decides. They have barely any magic, it's hardly likely they'll be able to help. She sighs. She should've stayed in that world with witches for longer, surely she'd have been able to find someone to help...? She makes sure she's gathered all of her things—not that there's a whole lot of them, they need to fit in a backpack—grabs her knife, closes her eyes, and feels. She sifts through the worlds, looking for somewhere inhabited, with similar footing... she tries remembering the world with the witches, maybe she'll find it again, or a similar one? Oh, here's a similar one, yeah, she could try it. She slices down just a little bit, to peer through it. No one on the other side, good, it's a similar spot to the one she's at. She widens the hole, steps through—
"Aaaaah!" she continues. "You can talk! You did just scream, didn't you? That wasn't my imagination." She feels silly, talking to a falcon, but hey, if it doesn't actually reply, who cares?
The falcon collects itself and shakes its feathers, then clears its throat. "I can, and I did, yes. Terribly sorry for that."
She gets her bearings and crosses her legs, leaning forward to peer at him. "How? I mean, sorry, that may be a rude question, but I'd never seen a talking peregrine falcon before."
"Or a talking anything," he clarifies. "I think I didn't exist until just now. Very disconcerting."
"Didn't... exist...?" She looks at the portal she's just stepped through, then at him. "Did I create you? I did, didn't I."
"I can't say for sure..." he starts carefully, "but it does seem that way. I know a few things about you. Or a great many things about you. I know you're called Sadde Woods, I know you used the subtle knife to open that portal," he gestures at it with a wing, "and I know you've been looking for a world that has something you can use to solve the little pesky problem of the spectres back in your world."
"Well, do you know anything else? Can you tell me stuff about this world? What's your name?"
"I think it's very possible that I know everything you do, and not a single thing more, including my name."
She looks around, then stands up and closes the portal with her left hand. She flops down on the grass again. "You know everything I do. You came into existence as soon as I stepped through this portal. A few possibilities spring to mind. You could be a hallucination, maybe this world has some weird pollen or something in the air that makes me hallucinate about talking animals..."
"Terribly hard to verify. We could go back to the world you came from, see if I still exist after a few minutes there. For what it's worth, I'm pretty sure I exist, so while we're verifying that, please don't treat me like a hallucination."
"If you're a hallucination, is that idea mine?" she asks as she reopens the portal she just closed and steps through.
Both sides being very similar, she once again flops down on the grass, after closing the portal. "Well, you still exist here, so if I'm not hallucinating you're something that persists. You could be a... spirit animal? I should verify that you know everything I do, shouldn't I. Though you already knew my name and my tragic backstory..."
"You were thinking of finding a world similar to the one with the witches before you opened the portal."
"...okay... so... Either that universe created you with full knowledge of my mind or something, or you were living there and the universe just brought you out."
"That seems to be the case. From your vantage point I could still be a hallucination, I suppose."