[Even though it's faint, she thinks she hears -- no, she knows she can hear Fitz.]
Fitz!
[There was only the pressing, frustrating quiet.]
FITZ!
[Her voice doesn't even echo. Sound must travel in here a little, she can hear herself, but otherwise it's an acoustically dead space.
She tests the boundaries little by little, with a hundred steps forward, quarter turn right, then another hundred. She turns left to go what would have been forward again, and inadvertently discovers the third dimension. It gave her stairs wherever she mentally put them, or inclines, but still no limits to the directional.
Worse over, she doesn't hear Fitz anymore. If this were a space, per se, she might be worried that she'd wandered too far to hear him, but that didn't seem to be the case. It was, none the less, frustrating. If there were no limits, was she even going anywhere? What was the point of moving?]
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Fitz!
[There was only the pressing, frustrating quiet.]
FITZ!
[Her voice doesn't even echo. Sound must travel in here a little, she can hear herself, but otherwise it's an acoustically dead space.
She tests the boundaries little by little, with a hundred steps forward, quarter turn right, then another hundred. She turns left to go what would have been forward again, and inadvertently discovers the third dimension. It gave her stairs wherever she mentally put them, or inclines, but still no limits to the directional.
Worse over, she doesn't hear Fitz anymore. If this were a space, per se, she might be worried that she'd wandered too far to hear him, but that didn't seem to be the case. It was, none the less, frustrating. If there were no limits, was she even going anywhere? What was the point of moving?]