on a lark

[alicornucopia]

She combs and combs the world aside and there is another world, just ahead, and she steps in.

The combed-away hole closes behind her. She puts her comb in her pocket.

Thanjen (Unbitwise)

Blueberry (kappa)

Hivers (Rockeye)

Comments

[wind_on_my_face]

The solar mirror and engine flows apart into its raw materials, which disappear behind his mock-bodies. In synchrony, all three take on their bird-shapes again, and say:

"You're welcome. I hope you enjoy flying wherever you want to be."

And they run down the beach and take off in formation.

[alicornucopia]

She watches them go.

And then she pulls a comb out of her pocket, leans over the griffin's head, and combs at the air. Comb comb comb comb until there's a hole in the air, threads of local reality wisping around the edges.

She rides the griffin through the portal, and presently it closes.

[wind_on_my_face]

(Well, that explains some things she said. Except it's also impossible.)

He writes a continuation of his report, includes assurances of his sanity, transmits it, puts away his telescopes, and flies on.

Having learned that the universe is perhaps a bigger place than he thought.