( It's overwhelming at first - her heightened senses, everyone's auras all smushed together in the airship. On top of that, there is the sensation of being in the sky, which is entirely new even though the mortal realm where she's from has airplanes. She has never been on one. It's the reason it takes her time to sort through it all, but eventually she feels that particular connection to Vanessa, senses that she's here too.
But that should be impossible. Unless-
Other people were spit back out of the beacon. Red thinks she hates the thought of being yanked back and forth like that. If she chooses to go through the Beacon, it had better just let her, but she can't help but feel selfishly grateful at the idea that Vanessa may have been yanked back. She still hasn't read her letter (like if she did then it would signal the last pieces of her that were left in this world), and so she keeps it on her, folded up, pressed into a pocket - near.
Red follows that feeling, follows her senses, her supernatural ability to track down anyone she has met before so long as they're actually here. And she is. Red finds the private spot, opening the door, breathing in sharp with worry at the very sight of her. It's clear from that one look she's been through some kind of hell, and her own hands clutch to the collar under her sleeve, fingertips digging into her skin. )
...you're here. ( It's said in such a quiet whisper. It's likely not heard over the loud rumble of the engine. )
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But that should be impossible. Unless-
Other people were spit back out of the beacon. Red thinks she hates the thought of being yanked back and forth like that. If she chooses to go through the Beacon, it had better just let her, but she can't help but feel selfishly grateful at the idea that Vanessa may have been yanked back. She still hasn't read her letter (like if she did then it would signal the last pieces of her that were left in this world), and so she keeps it on her, folded up, pressed into a pocket - near.
Red follows that feeling, follows her senses, her supernatural ability to track down anyone she has met before so long as they're actually here. And she is. Red finds the private spot, opening the door, breathing in sharp with worry at the very sight of her. It's clear from that one look she's been through some kind of hell, and her own hands clutch to the collar under her sleeve, fingertips digging into her skin. )
...you're here. ( It's said in such a quiet whisper. It's likely not heard over the loud rumble of the engine. )