It isn't late at night, but it is late in the year, and the sun went about its business quickly ere it departed.
Jacqueline Somer walks beside a busy road, with her back to oncoming traffic, which she's read you aren't supposed to do but it makes the stupid LED headlights somewhat less unbearable.
She flinches every time a car passes her.
Cars are loud, and she has enhanced hearing.
She'd be much happier, she thinks, in a world without automobiles.
"So your story is that you were healed, transported, and then after that, you had your entire body replaced?"
"Oh! I thought that it wasn't our real bodies there or something like that. I haven't given it much thought."
Of course all the other otherworlders get transmogrified into pretty elves, and Owl is just... Owl.
Where's the justice?
You know what?
I'd rather walk to Hell with my head held high than bend the knee and grovel for being on top of flowers you teleported me on top of.
Owl, too, makes a habit of jamming her face and prattle into people's sensoriums whenever she notices that someone has stopped to think rather than run their mouth.
"I'm fine, but thanks for the thought."
"Sure! I have one ability that I tested myself that doesn't do anything with light. Would you like to try it out?"
Seren reaches out and tags Owl, keeping contact for about four seconds while chanting
It's incredible how one moment of ill-timed funk is enough for sloppiness to kill you.
But it'd be far too awkward to back out now after already giving permission.
Owl suddenly feels another degree of movement open up. Similarly to how babies begin to notice they can move their limbs, Owl realizes that they can move themselves in any direction.
Staying very close the ground, she'll pull her knees to her chest.
She can float without touching the ground?
And she can drift along (very near to the ground)? Without pushing off of anything?
That depends on her battery level, but for now let's say twenty em pee aitches.
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