by Narrator » Mon Aug 21, 2017 8:36 pm
"Sure thing..." she says as she eyes the murder of crows circling around her. When Sam makes contact with Hannah one of the birds goes into a dive and slams right into her chest, disappearing into it and knocking her back. Sam only barely notices what happened before her attention is whisked away. Suddenly she's the singular bird, diving straight down through a tunnel. No, it's too vertical for that. More of a well. There's a hint of light behind her still but it's dim and only barely illuminates the old, moss-covered bricks. It's unlike any mindscape she's ever been in, simply because of how real it feels. This isn't a metaphor for a well, it's more like... the quintessence of one. It almost feels familiar somehow and some deep part of Sam realizes that while not equal in stature, Hannah feels very similar in nature...
Before the thought can truly crystallize she reaches the bottom of the dried up well and the raven turns back into her normal avatar. Down here, however, she doesn't find herself entirely surrounded by bricks. On one side is an opening that leads down an old tunnel and she can see doors flanking the path.