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She followed Dorcas' gravitation towards the altar at the end of the hall; her eyes, however, lingered on the walls. The friezes depicted battle, men and women in certain, ahem, poses though there really wasn't anything lewd, animals...people turning into animals...a man holding a lightning bolt, chariots and all manner of things one would expect from the ancient Greek time period. Most of it meant nothing to Charlie, and yet she felt as though she had had a hand in some of these stories. Which was complete nonsense, of course.
And then she looked at the altar, actually looked at it. And it was like, bam, articles of the past, your past, hey there, lookit me. Come over here and touch me. The little want in the back of her mind, the desire she felt when she had been boosting cars. Only now it was something that was...well, hers, and not something that she was stealing. She started on a bee line towards the altar, and though she hadn't seen it yet, she was fixated on a particular object that was already in her mind.
Once there, she didn't even have to sift through the items - they were all laid out quite nicely, anyway - but near the back was a rather strange object. An apple, molded out of what seemed to be nearly pure gold. It was solid to the touch, and hard rather than the malleable texture that pure gold had. Her hand hesitated above it for a moment before picking it up, feeling the weight in her hand. Not that it was hers, necessarily, but certainly something she'd used before. Before? When? She'd never even seen such a thing in her life.