Rachel stood stock still for a moment, the serving tray balanced on one hand. She closed her eyes, and took a deep breath as the wave of sensation rushed through her mind. It was, in its own way, quite similar to the odd feeling she had gotten the first time Flynn showed her the 'trick' that let her read anything. It was, obviously, some sort of magic, though far more expansive- a broad lake as compared to a mud puddle.Doctor Malsyn wrote: ↑Thu Mar 07, 2019 7:41 pm
Turning toward Rachel, his expression having become strained. "I think I'd prefer a mug after all."
That helped her adjust, or she likely would have collapsed where she stood- or at least, she would have dropped her tray. But at the end of her breath, she opened her eyes again- and it felt like opening an entirely new set of eyes for the very first time. She spoke softly, but her voice was calm and resolute. "I think, perhaps, that we may, all of US, need a mug. I'll gather those and be right back." Then she turned to make her way back towards the kitchens...