[the Void feels like an inevitability. to enter the rift, to save those in need, to bring an end to the fighting and hope for peace among those rescued--
but what happens next is uncertain. and as her hand meets the mirror-like barrier, at first thinking the image is of her own mother and not of herself, she falls through to a place unfamiliar, to what is so obviously a castle or a fortress or something, and when she falls she actually falls, onto her face with a small oomph.]
What is--?
[and there are voices, speaking. a strange young man and a familiar dark-haired woman she's seen from the Circle. and the conversation seems private, one where Allura instinctively scrambles to hide behind the wall which leads down the hallway, peeking her head out to watch, to listen. and she hears it all, and sees the sorrow etched in the strange woman's face by way of smeared makeup.
hears it in her voice.
and she's about to step out to reveal herself, to ask what's wrong and if there's something she can do to help, until a low rumble turns her attention away. to stare fearful and confused (because honestly, what the quiznak is going on?) in the direction of such a mournful sound.]
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but what happens next is uncertain. and as her hand meets the mirror-like barrier, at first thinking the image is of her own mother and not of herself, she falls through to a place unfamiliar, to what is so obviously a castle or a fortress or something, and when she falls she actually falls, onto her face with a small oomph.]
What is--?
[and there are voices, speaking. a strange young man and a familiar dark-haired woman she's seen from the Circle. and the conversation seems private, one where Allura instinctively scrambles to hide behind the wall which leads down the hallway, peeking her head out to watch, to listen. and she hears it all, and sees the sorrow etched in the strange woman's face by way of smeared makeup.
hears it in her voice.
and she's about to step out to reveal herself, to ask what's wrong and if there's something she can do to help, until a low rumble turns her attention away. to stare fearful and confused (because honestly, what the quiznak is going on?) in the direction of such a mournful sound.]