This child dove into a lion's mane and reemerged from within with a workdesk. A workdesk. And other things as well, of course, but despite how strange most of the items were, watching them be pulled out of th epocket dimension was less absurd. It's not the size of the desk or her assumptions about its weight that stand out, but rather its almost comical presence among a variety of objects which do make sense to have on-hand. She stares at it until it's gone, befuddled, then sighs and shakes her head in an attempt to refocus herself.
One question answered opens up another. It's becoming a pattern. Cornelia purses her lips, contemplative, then asks, "Does anything live in this savannah?"
Her life is a headache rn.
This child dove into a lion's mane and reemerged from within with a workdesk. A workdesk. And other things as well, of course, but despite how strange most of the items were, watching them be pulled out of th epocket dimension was less absurd. It's not the size of the desk or her assumptions about its weight that stand out, but rather its almost comical presence among a variety of objects which do make sense to have on-hand. She stares at it until it's gone, befuddled, then sighs and shakes her head in an attempt to refocus herself.
One question answered opens up another. It's becoming a pattern. Cornelia purses her lips, contemplative, then asks, "Does anything live in this savannah?"