Child's (quiet) response
She didn't hear the door opening. Perhaps this was because she was too busy staring at the wooden panels surrounding what must be glass. Glass! And not the cheap, discolored kind, either, though the bubbles and warbled reflections those thick, dull planes offered were fascinating, in their own way, too. Before stepping into this whole new world, she had only had a vague idea of glass....glassy seas, waves like waves...Ocean's call...sunlight through leaves...filtered scenes obscured darkly, or else refracted into new angles of perspective.
It was all this, and more. But so neat! Like little boxes, all lined up in a row.
That was new, and spellbinding in its orderly clarity.
He tugged on her arm absently, and she drifted after Him, her mouth agape.
She didn't hear the deep voices rumble, or if she did, all it was was vibrations beneath her bare feet. Or, well, bare save for her layer of dirt-encrusted callouses. She didn't notice the smudges sh