Fiona stops all action, pausing to look at the eye before her.
Worried she might start to sink in this ocean of light, she starts to
make water treading movements, but she suspects they're completely
unnecessary. It does, however, somehow make her feel better, a
placebo of activity in an environment she doesn't really understand.
The eye itself is just there, right in front of her. A black pupil
the size of a beach ball, surrounded by a thick circle of the deepest
blue all set in a back drop of ivory, inlaid with the thinnest of red
tendrils. Unsure what to do next, Fiona reaches forward to touch it,
but her action's cut short as a bushy eyelid descends. At the same
time, she feels something in her own eye, an irritant of some sort,
and she blinks to wash it away.
