"I've been at it this entire time. But you know what's curious? This is the first time it's shown me something quite so significant. All the other bits have been rather remarkably unremarkable. Things I could have guessed at, simply by knowing about my kind."
She swept her hand over a few more flowers, and another scene sprang up: ent trees everywhere, their branches full of what looked like flowers at first, or perhaps colorful leaves, moving in the breeze, falling off the tree and fluttering around... except, they weren't petals or leaves. They were the wings of a swarm of the colorful little fairyflies, moving from twig to twig, checking on what had looked like equally colorful berries hanging from the trees but were actually cocoons, delicate little chrysalises opening for the newly-adult members of their kind. And there among them, the magic of the scene pointed out the black-and-purple one that was coming out, others of its kind helping peel back the once-protective little shell so that it could climb out more easily. If Mal wanted, she could probably get a decent look at some of the others as the scene went on, their brighter colors making them easy to pick out....
"Like that," she said, gesturing to it, as though it weren't obvious. "I could have illustrated that myself, though I'm certain I hadn't that memory." A little quieter, "Which makes me wonder... do you think it was sheer chance that it finally showed that one? Or could something have prompted it?" She frowned faintly after the focus of the scene even after it disappeared from view almost as quickly as it had sprung up.
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She swept her hand over a few more flowers, and another scene sprang up: ent trees everywhere, their branches full of what looked like flowers at first, or perhaps colorful leaves, moving in the breeze, falling off the tree and fluttering around... except, they weren't petals or leaves. They were the wings of a swarm of the colorful little fairyflies, moving from twig to twig, checking on what had looked like equally colorful berries hanging from the trees but were actually cocoons, delicate little chrysalises opening for the newly-adult members of their kind. And there among them, the magic of the scene pointed out the black-and-purple one that was coming out, others of its kind helping peel back the once-protective little shell so that it could climb out more easily. If Mal wanted, she could probably get a decent look at some of the others as the scene went on, their brighter colors making them easy to pick out....
"Like that," she said, gesturing to it, as though it weren't obvious. "I could have illustrated that myself, though I'm certain I hadn't that memory." A little quieter, "Which makes me wonder... do you think it was sheer chance that it finally showed that one? Or could something have prompted it?" She frowned faintly after the focus of the scene even after it disappeared from view almost as quickly as it had sprung up.