Interrupted out of it by a shove from behind, Pry-Boak flashed back and she'd – Tenns – near pushed him over so that -

“That was hardly the most delicate way to show the lad how easy it is for you, still, yet, at this point in spacetime. Glancing that out with such ease. – What was that thing anyway glanced out with such ease – a scene?”

She had about the longest arms on a girl/lady he'd ever seen, which was how she'd shoved him again despite, what he felt, was the distance, “I'm -”

“In something, clearly you are; in something - with which there is no effort required. It just happened through you, I can see that. A quest?” half surprised, “But why you?”

“I announced it -”

“You announced it?”

“I announced it.”

“Come on.”

She headed out into the dark of that long-interminable corridor now, heading towards what infinity, what end, he couldn't surmise; amid those swirling, eddying shadows that contained not just Art and Pheel and whatever was next, but other elements; demons, other shells of life and reactions and force. - He felt it all there in that dark, built, not solely, but for that.

Taking him some place. Her.

How far did it go?

On and on into the night they went. Exchanging palpable non-verbal messages between. She couldn't, the way he could see – she had two eyes, that was obvious, but something else - no less talented, if that was in any way an appropriate, even descriptive way to look at it. She had something. Which was why, despite the fact that he could see there, could instantiate in reality... that was, reality, which was why despite the fact she couldn't - she had something.

And that maybe this was hardly the most important thing a person could do, he at least felt that: as an idea he had next her. For the first time in his life - that such a concept could even be possible/thought.

And now, exactly when, he felt his powers, he felt his talent, like he never had. - He'd had to work. But, since this quest, there was no work, no effort, no anything; her next - trailing into the dark – where - “Where are we going?” There's nothing here, he thought, definitionally nothing but –

They kept going.

But – he felt that that reality was possible. But this was not the type of thing one projected in the dark. This was not that kind of thing; even as he felt himself increase - but not just in direct proportion to Massimo, pulling into him, if that was what it was, of his entering this thing, this story/quest that -

He'd announced a quest and this was perhaps the first moment he'd permitted himself to confront that; that fact that, was a dream he could never have hoped to instantiate; the way the quest was and yet -

Something was pulling into reality in the dark - but not by means of him. Not by means of anything that could be attributed to what was his talent, knowledge, access to any of this. It was pulling. And it was impossible, but he felt it pulling in relationship to Tenns. He felt it pulling in response to Tenns.

But – what -

“What is that?”

Follow me.