"This place feels sad," I say, looking around. "It doesn't suit you." Things don't have to be ugly, I'm sure of that. Half-remembered things press at the back of my mind. I remember he and I lay under a canopy of branches. I made them grow. I crouch and touch my fingers to the mouldering floorboards, thinking of that, and they... spring up green with grass, grass dotted with flowers. A meadow. I laugh, a little amazed, but... not surprised, I think. I think there are all kinds of things I can do.
"Magic," I say, with satisfaction. The whole floor is covered soon, and when I lie down in the grass it smells very sweet.
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"This place feels sad," I say, looking around. "It doesn't suit you." Things don't have to be ugly, I'm sure of that. Half-remembered things press at the back of my mind. I remember he and I lay under a canopy of branches. I made them grow. I crouch and touch my fingers to the mouldering floorboards, thinking of that, and they... spring up green with grass, grass dotted with flowers. A meadow. I laugh, a little amazed, but... not surprised, I think. I think there are all kinds of things I can do.
"Magic," I say, with satisfaction. The whole floor is covered soon, and when I lie down in the grass it smells very sweet.