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aldersprigAfter/concurrent with Nothing could possib-lie go wrong, Places One Doesn't Go, At Home, and A Wink.
The man with the eyeball tattoo was looking at Autumn when his eyebrows went up. His gaze slid off of her; Autumn glanced briefly, but he wasn't looking at anything obvious in the physical world.
She stepped inside her tent while his attention was elsewhere and shifted her own vision Strandward, looking for the disturbance that had clearly caught his attention. Just as she opened her vision, her own Strands yanked at her.
The tug was tangible and sudden, pulling her from three points like an off-balance marionette. She didn't need to look to know: the cool blue of Winter's
strand pulled from her right temple, where she'd painted his arrow under her hairline. The green-yellow of Summer's strand pulled from her breastbone, where she'd painted a mask. The orange-and-blue of Spring's strand yanked from down lower, where she'd painted the chaos sign just below her navel.
Her family was here, and they were doing... something. Autumn called to the woman in the next booth over to cover her till. Something strange was going on.
The man with the eyeball tattoo was looking at Autumn when his eyebrows went up. His gaze slid off of her; Autumn glanced briefly, but he wasn't looking at anything obvious in the physical world.
She stepped inside her tent while his attention was elsewhere and shifted her own vision Strandward, looking for the disturbance that had clearly caught his attention. Just as she opened her vision, her own Strands yanked at her.
The tug was tangible and sudden, pulling her from three points like an off-balance marionette. She didn't need to look to know: the cool blue of Winter's
strand pulled from her right temple, where she'd painted his arrow under her hairline. The green-yellow of Summer's strand pulled from her breastbone, where she'd painted a mask. The orange-and-blue of Spring's strand yanked from down lower, where she'd painted the chaos sign just below her navel.
Her family was here, and they were doing... something. Autumn called to the woman in the next booth over to cover her till. Something strange was going on.
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