"I'll start with one portal," Flynn says,spreading a piece of cloth flat on the grass.
She takes a deep breathe and begins to weave. Slowly the threads become visible in the air around her. They are cobweb thin and vibrant, shifting colors faster than the colors can be identified.
Flynn kneels in front of the cloth and reaches out to pull a thread from the air, it settles into silver and with a twist of her wrist, disappears into the fabric. She picks out another and another, and gradually the cloth begins to change, deepening.
A red thread darts over to Cayra and weaves around her face, before sliding into the cloth.
A minute passes and then two. Flynn begins to weave faster, almost frantically. The cloth rises into the air and stiffens. A doorknob appears on its left side. The threads vanish, and Flynn collapses backwards onto the grass, panting.
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She takes a deep breathe and begins to weave.
Slowly the threads become visible in the air around her. They are cobweb thin and vibrant, shifting colors faster than the colors can be identified.
Flynn kneels in front of the cloth and reaches out to pull a thread from the air, it settles into silver and with a twist of her wrist, disappears into the fabric. She picks out another and another, and gradually the cloth begins to change, deepening.
A red thread darts over to Cayra and weaves around her face, before sliding into the cloth.
A minute passes and then two. Flynn begins to weave faster, almost frantically. The cloth rises into the air and stiffens. A doorknob appears on its left side. The threads vanish, and Flynn collapses backwards onto the grass, panting.