> Please be something nice and sensible. Please be something nice and sensible.
"It's… I don't know," she shrugs, "Floating wood?"
A giant, rotting tree.
"Like rotten branches of a tree or something?" she doesn't sound entirely sure of herself. "An enormous tree."
> Fail to be something nice and sensible.
"No, wait, not branches. Roots. The roots of a tree gone all septic. A whole bunch of them. It's not very -"
"Wait - A bunch?"
"Yeah. All sort of swirling down toward the - don't you see all of them?"
And Bina realizes that she hasn't exactly looked around yet.
You know, ever since her hand went freaky (or rather when I first read that part about a week to a week and a half ago) I've been thinking of something like this:
This is ridiculous and silly and marvellous. Thank you!