| test drive/open post (the outsider)

[cetea]

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[blackflamed]

Yeah, it's really nice here. Do they grow forever? Or do the leaves still fall down when it gets cold?

[Doot doot doot exploring continues.]

[cetea]

[He'll float along with her exploring. Welp.]

They will grow forever, or until nobody imagines them anymore.

[blackflamed]

That'd be a really long time, huh.

[what goes in here? more exploring.]

Hey, if I thought of it, would it rain? Or get windy?

[he did say imagines, right?]

[cetea]

[There's a circle of arched doorways that don't go anywhere in particular. At the center there's a stone altar, but there's nothing on it now.]

You could try.

[Her chances are pretty good. He might help and pretend that's not cheating. Maybe.]

After all this is a dream.

[blackflamed]

[she'll be hanging out in one of those doorways now. Doesn't wanna get rained on that much, after all!]

Okay! Hmm... Oh! Maybe... try thinking about rain...?

[Couldn't hurt, right? So she thinks of rain. The light showers and the downpours and the kind that's more like mist ad the kind that feels cold on a hot day and the kind that feels cold on a cold day.]

[cetea]

[She thinks, and he can sense her think, her imaginations and memories, and one way or another, the Void reacts. Water falls, dripping out of the make-believe sky without the aid of clouds. It's saltwater though. And once it hits the ground and gathers back together into big enough drops, it drips right back down.

When it strikes leaves and blades of grass, they whisper.]

[blackflamed]

Hey, it's salty! [No, she didn't stick her tongue. Why would you even think that.]

What are they saying? [The grass, she means.]

[cetea]

[Out of all the things, the down-and-up-again rain, the saltwater, the lack of clouds, that's the thing she asks? Interesting.]

They whisper secrets. Some of them, men or women were too scared to speak of.

[Or too broken.]