It doesn't hurt any more than usual, but... "Have I gone mad?" she wonders. "Am I dead? Is this some strangely geometric hell?"
Because the whole landscape divides into cubes. Even the trees with their round but strangely regular trunks fit neatly into cube-shaped spaces, and all the dirt and stone under her feet is a seamless pattern of cube-shaped parts, their borders invisible to the eye (and intangible to the feet) but clear as day to groundsense. Nervously, she shifts until she isn't standing on any borders.
She expands to her full half-mile range. Cubes, cubes, cubes - also pain, ow, back down to ten feet in every direction, there that's better. The cubes seem to be just about two feet on a side. She crouches down to peer at the grass. It doesn't seem to have any trouble growing right across the borders, and the surface of the earth doesn't match up precisely with the flat level surface of the invisible cubes.
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Date: 2015-03-16 04:40 am (UTC)Wincing preemptively, Sable stops veiling.
It doesn't hurt any more than usual, but... "Have I gone mad?" she wonders. "Am I dead? Is this some strangely geometric hell?"
Because the whole landscape divides into cubes. Even the trees with their round but strangely regular trunks fit neatly into cube-shaped spaces, and all the dirt and stone under her feet is a seamless pattern of cube-shaped parts, their borders invisible to the eye (and intangible to the feet) but clear as day to groundsense. Nervously, she shifts until she isn't standing on any borders.
She expands to her full half-mile range. Cubes, cubes, cubes - also pain, ow, back down to ten feet in every direction, there that's better. The cubes seem to be just about two feet on a side. She crouches down to peer at the grass. It doesn't seem to have any trouble growing right across the borders, and the surface of the earth doesn't match up precisely with the flat level surface of the invisible cubes.