[ Clara has been so focused on finding the flower, and when she gets her hand free around the stem, she pulls and watches it delicately come free from the bed around it.
Not until she's coming back up does she see a glimpse, a flash. Why are there always ghosts; this planet is so haunted that she wonders if it isn't a ghost itself, reliving hauntings, dragging others in to witness. But the thought is gone as quickly as the woman in her peripheral, and Clara breaks the surface, gasping with a deep breath.
Still clutching Wangji's hand, she finally lets go to push hair out of her face, nodding. ]
I saw her. I saw her right when I—
[ Pulling her other hand from the water, she shows him the flower, managing just a little smile, still unnerved, eyes still darting around to catch another glimpse. And her lips are faintly blue, cold, soaked, not in any worse shape than Wangji. ]
A warning?
[ Who was she? A guardian? An omen? Too late now, she's already pulled the maiden veil. ]
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Not until she's coming back up does she see a glimpse, a flash. Why are there always ghosts; this planet is so haunted that she wonders if it isn't a ghost itself, reliving hauntings, dragging others in to witness. But the thought is gone as quickly as the woman in her peripheral, and Clara breaks the surface, gasping with a deep breath.
Still clutching Wangji's hand, she finally lets go to push hair out of her face, nodding. ]
I saw her. I saw her right when I—
[ Pulling her other hand from the water, she shows him the flower, managing just a little smile, still unnerved, eyes still darting around to catch another glimpse. And her lips are faintly blue, cold, soaked, not in any worse shape than Wangji. ]
A warning?
[ Who was she? A guardian? An omen? Too late now, she's already pulled the maiden veil. ]