MCP14 Everything about her appearance suits the room and Agrees with it, overwhelming me with environmental impact.

“I know the color connects all of you, somehow,” I begin, and I sincerely fear ruining the moment, but she’s changed to past words, at this point. Between the trip and the Fact that this was not ordinary, spoon-and-hotstone magic, I realize the moment is consuming me. It’s reciprocal. “Yes,” she says, to ground me. “The color binds me in comfort. To all of you?” No, just her. I say so. “Ohhh not comfort, dear one, no.” Her smile deepens, and the whole moment goes along. “Desire.”