[ The mindscape is different from when Lethe last saw it.
This time it's a sprawling desert, twin suns shining overhead, scorching everything. The heat needles at Lethe's skin anywhere it's exposed. There's a rocky outcrop in the distance, flanked by squat buildings and something that looks like a -- giant lightbulb? Whatever.
Minuet's there and his hair's evenly split between black and blonde this time, right down the center. The wind kicks up and blasts Lethe with gritty sand, but also an avalanche of emotions: sharp, ringing concern, the kind that feels like ice water dumped over your head, or the sick drop of your stomach (for Lethe, for Lily, for Charon most of all); anger, incandescent and barely restrained, fighting like a bird desperate to be rid of its cage (wanting to lash out and rip the very pasture apart at its seams); grim determination, cutthroat and seemingly borne of nothing but utter lunacy; and a myriad of other things that fly by too quickly to register. ]
Re: Day 32, during babies
This time it's a sprawling desert, twin suns shining overhead, scorching everything. The heat needles at Lethe's skin anywhere it's exposed. There's a rocky outcrop in the distance, flanked by squat buildings and something that looks like a -- giant lightbulb? Whatever.
Minuet's there and his hair's evenly split between black and blonde this time, right down the center. The wind kicks up and blasts Lethe with gritty sand, but also an avalanche of emotions: sharp, ringing concern, the kind that feels like ice water dumped over your head, or the sick drop of your stomach (for Lethe, for Lily, for Charon most of all); anger, incandescent and barely restrained, fighting like a bird desperate to be rid of its cage (wanting to lash out and rip the very pasture apart at its seams); grim determination, cutthroat and seemingly borne of nothing but utter lunacy; and a myriad of other things that fly by too quickly to register. ]