She nods, closing her eyes and centering her thoughts as best she can. This body makes it difficult to focus, but she manages somehow, to bring her heartbeat and breathing back down to a reasonable rate.
She puts the book on the shelf and opens it, stepping back as the portal forms. The world Richard has chosen, prehistoric Europe, is lush and green, the humidity carrying the scents of a world untouched by industry into the almost clinical office space of the Library. Her composure is undone almost immediately.
She holds tight to Richard's arm, eyes wide as she peers through to this new world. It's twilight, and as they step through, her entire body quivers with this new sensation.
Her scalp draws tight, and her entire body tingles with electricity. There is a pressure behind her breast bone, exactly the opposite of the first time she experience zero gravity. It's as if the whole of creation turned its baleful eye to look at her.
If he wasn't here, solid and warm at her side, she just might bolt.
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She puts the book on the shelf and opens it, stepping back as the portal forms. The world Richard has chosen, prehistoric Europe, is lush and green, the humidity carrying the scents of a world untouched by industry into the almost clinical office space of the Library. Her composure is undone almost immediately.
She holds tight to Richard's arm, eyes wide as she peers through to this new world. It's twilight, and as they step through, her entire body quivers with this new sensation.
Her scalp draws tight, and her entire body tingles with electricity. There is a pressure behind her breast bone, exactly the opposite of the first time she experience zero gravity. It's as if the whole of creation turned its baleful eye to look at her.
If he wasn't here, solid and warm at her side, she just might bolt.