She's so very far from home, and she doesn't know who or what brought her here. She doesn't have the slightest idea what to do. How to get back, if she can get back. But--she thinks, throwing back her shoulders with more confidence than she feels, Kami wouldn't be crouching here confused, wondering what this world wanted with her. She'd be asking questions, demanding answers from anyone who could give them.
She wouldn't be afraid.
Holly can try to be Kami, just for a little bit. She notices a notebook and pen on the--ocean floor? Is it still called that if you're breathing dry air?--and reaches for them. (Kami might want them, to take notes.) Smiling, she sidles up to the nearest person and puts on her best charming smile, the one that gets her indulgent expressions from teachers and blushing stammers from boys. Tries to look a little helpless--but only a little.]
Um--excuse me? Do you think you could help me? I might be a little lost.
c.
[These lizard people seem awfully interested in her. She's pretty sure it's not because of who she is, either.]
A coven? Like, of witches? --Oh, no, I can't do magic, I'm not, um--I'm not a witch, or anything like that. [She says that with more conviction than she feels--friendly or not, she really doesn't want to talk to the Palai about her dubious skills of sorcery.] Are the people here--can they do magic? No, wait, please stop crowding me, I said I can't--!
[She could maybe use a rescue.]
h.
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holly prescott | the lynburn legacy series
[Holly doesn't know where she is.
She's so very far from home, and she doesn't know who or what brought her here. She doesn't have the slightest idea what to do. How to get back, if she can get back. But--she thinks, throwing back her shoulders with more confidence than she feels, Kami wouldn't be crouching here confused, wondering what this world wanted with her. She'd be asking questions, demanding answers from anyone who could give them.
She wouldn't be afraid.
Holly can try to be Kami, just for a little bit. She notices a notebook and pen on the--ocean floor? Is it still called that if you're breathing dry air?--and reaches for them. (Kami might want them, to take notes.) Smiling, she sidles up to the nearest person and puts on her best charming smile, the one that gets her indulgent expressions from teachers and blushing stammers from boys. Tries to look a little helpless--but only a little.]
Um--excuse me? Do you think you could help me? I might be a little lost.
c.
[These lizard people seem awfully interested in her. She's pretty sure it's not because of who she is, either.]
A coven? Like, of witches? --Oh, no, I can't do magic, I'm not, um--I'm not a witch, or anything like that. [She says that with more conviction than she feels--friendly or not, she really doesn't want to talk to the Palai about her dubious skills of sorcery.] Are the people here--can they do magic? No, wait, please stop crowding me, I said I can't--!
[She could maybe use a rescue.]
h.
[Want to run into Holly perplexedly browsing the market wares, or gently trying to play peek-a-boo with one of the baby Palai, or anywhere else? Go for it! I can be reached at