The tea party faded, leaving the two of them standing in what seemed like nothing. Shin reached out with his free hand, keeping his other around Tatra's as he focused.
After a long, tense moment, trails of images began to spread out from Tatra's feet in a fan like pattern, each thread branching off into two or more until the space before them was filled with them.
"Walk with me," Shin instructed, not letting go of her hand. For a short while, all scenes at their feet were from around Schwanheim, familiar and unfamiliar faces moving by in ways that were hard to see across the threads. But then, like a pattern changing color, a thread would shift, the background of the town vanishing, replaced with something far more fantastic and lush that was familiar to only Tatra until the entire fan had changed.
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After a long, tense moment, trails of images began to spread out from Tatra's feet in a fan like pattern, each thread branching off into two or more until the space before them was filled with them.
"Walk with me," Shin instructed, not letting go of her hand. For a short while, all scenes at their feet were from around Schwanheim, familiar and unfamiliar faces moving by in ways that were hard to see across the threads. But then, like a pattern changing color, a thread would shift, the background of the town vanishing, replaced with something far more fantastic and lush that was familiar to only Tatra until the entire fan had changed.