To understand the suggestion, Tara has to claw her way to a new level of awareness. It comes slowly, like picking away at stone in search of the sunlight beyond a tomb. She is outside a club, she knows that much. She's speaking to a ghost. And... yes, most people would find that strange, if they couldn't see the ghost.
She doesn't want unwanted attention right now. So she moves, still cradling her hand, gaze numbly fixed ahead of her. Like blinders on a horse; she can only handle so much stimulus right now, and keeping her vision focused directly ahead helps a little.
"Yes," she eventually answers in a murmur, staring down at her burned fingertips. "That was magic. It... doesn't normally do that."
Two short sentences and her throat feels raw already.
Tara looks up at the ghost, beseeching. "Do you know where we are? I... don't know how I got here."
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She doesn't want unwanted attention right now. So she moves, still cradling her hand, gaze numbly fixed ahead of her. Like blinders on a horse; she can only handle so much stimulus right now, and keeping her vision focused directly ahead helps a little.
"Yes," she eventually answers in a murmur, staring down at her burned fingertips. "That was magic. It... doesn't normally do that."
Two short sentences and her throat feels raw already.
Tara looks up at the ghost, beseeching. "Do you know where we are? I... don't know how I got here."