Re: Haven / Friday: After the Train
The stumble nearly turned into a fall, and it was only the grip of their hands that kept her upright. Everything else seemed to twist and turn, and she was reminded of sneaking into a church carnival when she was younger, she and her brother climbing onto rides that spun them around until they'd almost thrown up the technicolor cotton candy they'd shared. Spin and spin, and everything seemed to blur, and it was the name, her name, that brought it all back into focus.
Not that focus made anything much clearer.
She still clung to the woman's hand, but now she also stared. It had been her name from that mouth, but she didn't recognize the woman at all. She was as unfamiliar as she'd been moments before, only in a different sort of costume now. And maybe she should've thought that the outfit was strange, but she knew some of the odd things that Repose contained, and the things that spilled into the capital. Strange nights that turned them into other things and other people, but also things during the days between that should've only been real in fiction. So this woman, whoever she was, could very well fit into that category.
But for the moment, she was the only other person in sight, and Marta didn't want to be left alone - wherever they were. So she continued to hold tight to the hand laced with hers, and tried to still a heart that had started to race, calm the breath that wanted to gasp. "I d--on't... who...?" Her words stuck, the strangeness and stress of the night regressing her to fighting past choking out the sounds.