As the child of two worlds leaves the house of her youth, arcane wood block in hand, she realizes the sing-song voice she's always heard is gone. The silence of her thoughts disorientates her, for a moment forgetting who she is. The sunlight echoes all around, traffic noise so bright it blinds her, gravity cartwheeling, up becomes down. She is effervescing, her entire being vibrating in the moment, before everything spins and whirls back into it's rightful place.
“Is everything all right, my dear?” a voice asks, while a stranger's arm takes hers, “You don't look too steady. Call me Rose.”
