The fog around them has been pushed to the side. To Mary, it feels rather as if they're caught in a small room, a room which contains Dickon and Mary and Adam and the fallen lady and half of Mary's tree.
But the room is cold and chill, and anything but comforting; and the walls keep swirling and changing and billowing inwards, as if something is battering to get in -
Something is battering to get in.
Mary grips Dickon's hand tighter, and glowers at Adam, still; he's better than the enemy outside, but that doesn't make him safe.
(And it's better to think about him than about what will happen if the Dark gets in.)
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Date: 2006-06-18 03:37 am (UTC)But the room is cold and chill, and anything but comforting; and the walls keep swirling and changing and billowing inwards, as if something is battering to get in -
Something is battering to get in.
Mary grips Dickon's hand tighter, and glowers at Adam, still; he's better than the enemy outside, but that doesn't make him safe.
(And it's better to think about him than about what will happen if the Dark gets in.)