[ At one point, when Alice's thoughts stray to the Outsider more strongly, the world will seem to fall away; the mare will not be there, Caer Scima will not be there. The Outsider will be before her, everything below his torso shrouded in shadow, wisps of it swirling around him. To anyone looking at Alice during this conversation, she will seem to be in a bit of a daze -- they will not see the Outsider, they will not hear the words they share.
He smiles, and one of the bones is pulled up by magic into his hand. In this place he can touch them, touch her, even though he's not physically present. ]
Hello, Alice. Did you make use of the gift I gave you?
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He smiles, and one of the bones is pulled up by magic into his hand. In this place he can touch them, touch her, even though he's not physically present. ]
Hello, Alice. Did you make use of the gift I gave you?