Re: [B&B: Nimue and Connie]
[Perhaps Nimue should've been quite terrified by skeletal girls in blue jackets. Had she been a normal girl, then she would've screamed, run, fled, and required therapy for her remaining days upon this earth. But Nimue was no normal girl, and she'd been raised on the banks of a pit that bubbled neon green, and where impossible things rose and walked. She was surprised, having not expected to be faced with a skeleton that day, but she steeled shoulders and tipped chin, and she was all Algol as she faced the blonde turned bones.
It never occurred to her that the world around them saw nothing amiss. Nimue's magic, it was not hidden. If there was a way to keep from disappearing when she touched an image that sucked her in, she'd not found it yet. But Mother had stopped training her, and Grandfather was a thing no longer spoken of.
She didn't yank her hand from the other girl's, because that would indicate fear. She continued to hold skeletal fingers, and she did so until the girl crawled back into her flesh. Though, eyes narrowed, it was clear she did not like this unexpected happening.
The photograph, however, was the kind of distracting that only images and words could be, and Nimue focused on it fully. The man there spoke, and the girl waved, and Nimue raised her head.] I think, with your assistance, we can enter. If you wish. [Perhaps the girl didn't?] Nimue. Nimue Algol. [And she saw no danger in it, since this would get the girl tossed into the facility, just as surely as it would get Nimue locked away, should the girl tell tales.]