There is so much about what is in Stephen's hands that Ness doesn't understand. It's paper, but it's not paper, and it has shiny stars on it, and what in the entire Great Wheel is a stickerβ
"I want to see!" demands a voice from her box, and this time Ness does drop it, snatching her hands back from it with a terrified shriek. The box doesn't flip in the air, thank goodness, so it just clatters on the flagstones and jostles the skull inside, which peers up at the two of them with eyes filled with the unmistakable smoke-like green of the Fade.
"Well? Pick me back up! I want to see! I haven't seen anything interesting in centuries!" the voice demands again, distinctly emanating from the skull. Ness stares at it for a moment, hand pressed to her chest to calm her heartbeat, and eventually looks back at Stephen, shell-shocked.
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"I want to see!" demands a voice from her box, and this time Ness does drop it, snatching her hands back from it with a terrified shriek. The box doesn't flip in the air, thank goodness, so it just clatters on the flagstones and jostles the skull inside, which peers up at the two of them with eyes filled with the unmistakable smoke-like green of the Fade.
"Well? Pick me back up! I want to see! I haven't seen anything interesting in centuries!" the voice demands again, distinctly emanating from the skull. Ness stares at it for a moment, hand pressed to her chest to calm her heartbeat, and eventually looks back at Stephen, shell-shocked.