Take a look and tell me what you think. I'm not sure what to make of it.
[On the ground before him is a small square of excavated ground with four small figurines made of tin scattered across it. The one in the best condition appears to be a small mouse curled up in the sleeping position of a dormouse. ]
[Sadie's plan was to get closer and examine the objects but she doesn't quite make it that far. The moment Sadie gets a clear view of the items she doubles over, a sharp stabbing pain ramming into her head just behind her eyes preceeding the fading of Jimmy and the river bank from her sight as memories take a hold of her conciousness.]
There is no road or development to be seen, just dim light and the banging and clanging and heat of smelting as people garbed in simple textiles and leathers forge the tin into the form of a dormouse. The vision shifts slightly still focused on the tin dormouse but this time it is placed in what seems to be an elevated spot of a dwelling with more people from so very long ago milling about it. The vision shifts for the final time and everything is being smothered in mud and water.
[Sadie wobbles on her feet as she is thrown from the vision and back to the river bank with Jimmy. Skin pale, Sadie unsteadily moves back from the river to sit somewhere dry until her head stops spinning.]
[She nods, grimacing when the motion sets off another spike of pain.]
It seems to be something unique to my Number. Sometimes I see the past before now it only worked with people, this is the first time an object has ever set it off.
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Hey, Jimmy, what did you find?
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Take a look and tell me what you think. I'm not sure what to make of it.
[On the ground before him is a small square of excavated ground with four small figurines made of tin scattered across it. The one in the best condition appears to be a small mouse curled up in the sleeping position of a dormouse. ]
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There is no road or development to be seen, just dim light and the banging and clanging and heat of smelting as people garbed in simple textiles and leathers forge the tin into the form of a dormouse. The vision shifts slightly still focused on the tin dormouse but this time it is placed in what seems to be an elevated spot of a dwelling with more people from so very long ago milling about it. The vision shifts for the final time and everything is being smothered in mud and water.
[Sadie wobbles on her feet as she is thrown from the vision and back to the river bank with Jimmy. Skin pale, Sadie unsteadily moves back from the river to sit somewhere dry until her head stops spinning.]
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[ Jimmy reaches out uncertainly to steady her as he sees her wobble.]
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I'll be fine, give it a minute. this has happened before, just not with an object.
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[He wasn't certain about this, but if it happened before it should be okay? ]
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It seems to be something unique to my Number. Sometimes I see the past before now it only worked with people, this is the first time an object has ever set it off.
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