Snippet #2404715

Perhaps it was simply the body. Male, authoritative. Taller. Broader. Clunkier, yes, but in a continuing authority theme. She wondered how she would look dressed in uniform, giving commands and using Orion's voice to thrust ranks into action. It was a difficult thought to adjust to, Corki herself never wanting to impose herself on anyone. But it wasn't so much imposing it was...well, leading. She wasn't a leader...was she? Inside Orion's body, she was beginning to wonder if she would make it as one.

Corki brought up the rear of their group once they decided to leave. She had been zoning out, which was a distinct Corki thing to do she knew, which was comforting. Maybe the body swapping was more complicated than she thought, her mind muddling up. Seeing her own dreads in front of her, she longed to feel them around her ears again.

Tom mentioned a sceptre and partially, Corki wanted to jump on the chance of finding something mysterious and most likely valuable. The danger of quest and adventure thrummed through her thoughts...but not her veins. Orion's body was all business and he wanted to finish this puzzle. Truthfully, the mirror gag was getting quite repetitive...and annoying. Knocking into their own reflections, while potentially a great literary device in a fiction story plot, was not enjoyable in reality.

When the map was in view and Tom's fingers around it, Corki had the urge to take it. Instead she said, "To the exit!" in a slightly comical way, but could notice the irritation around Orion's deeper vowels. Why shouldn't she have the map? She felt she could handle it and Tom himself said he couldn't read it. Corki had no promise that she could either, but she hadn't even had a chance to look. But, the prospect of an exit lifted her spirits somewhat. The sceptre was long out of her mind, the exit strongly pulsing in a scene of clouds and golden gates. Salvation from this hell hole!!

Corki shook her head a little. Was this Orion or something else interfering with her thoughts? She couldn't discern, but didn't like the sudden fear taking hold of her throat. They had to get out. Now. Exit, exit, exit. Exit!

"Go, go," she tried to urge gently.