Claire was glad she had nothing to do, but that made her remember just how useless she always felt because of this. With a little bit of help, specialy from Charlie, Juniper managed to use what little was left of her daily dose of creativity into imagining three horses.
Juniper imagined her own, obviously, and came up with a large brown horse, that type with the thick and furry legs, almoust as if they wore socks. It looked loyal and elegant, gorgeous in its own equine way. It wore a similar vibe compared to its creator.
Charlie then gave every detail he wanted about his horse. He asked if it could breath fire and poop bombs, but Juniper stopped him before he would lose himself in useless imagining he couldn't bring to life. She explained how she could only create real life, not fantastic beasts as far as her knowledge of less-than-a-day went for. Charlie didn't like his limited choices, but he decided on an albino black stalion. Claire didn't even waste her breath trying to explain it was easier to ask for a white horse.
Claire, finally, didn't state details. She felt bad for Juniper, having to saturate her mind even further to imagine something else out of nowhere, but in the end, both got their way as Juniper just immitated Charlie's design.
-Hey! I wanted mine to be unique.- He protested, but only got laughed in the face by both girls.
With a bit of help from Juniper- Who insisted to be called Juno if they were feeling comfortable enough- Claire managed to ride over her white stallion.
-Now we ride. Why did none of us get the ability to imagine food and drinks?
Juniper's comment was the last before a long silence. Nobody wanted to break the calm, not only because it refueled Juno's and Charlie's mind, but also because there was a wild wind from East to West which made sound hard to set journey. Claire let her horse jog slower, letting herself behind the pair as they talked. They needed time to rest their minds from imagining while Claire needed time to figure out how their future would work. She didn't want to call it imagination, but a few images of a pleasant future scratched the surface of her mind.
She dreamed of resting by a lake, enjoying the calm breeze and sharing her breath with Charlie or perhaps another person she would meet in the way. She barely opened her eyes every a few minutes, and enjoyed the blue skies that were so different from what she could see from the glass roof back at Project Imaginaria. But that feeling of odd melancholy was only an idea, in reality, she felt anxious and scared as she knew how short of a time it had been since she left that wicked place.
She concentrated again in her surroundings to romanticise them.
The cold air- That could easily be transformed into her longing wish of a fireplace. Perhaps a chill, relaxed party where the dancers surrounded a large fire. The music came from handmade instruments and natural voices, people cheered and laughed avoiding all the wrong in the world. And for a moment, Claire forgot it too.
But these memories were fake. Nothing like this had happened ever in her life. Why was it that she felt them as if they had, then? She could only imagine changes in her body, and she was bad at it. She wasn't even close to becoming similar to anyone else, and even far away from being able to create fake memories. That was not an ability gained by Imaginaria, that was an ability developped by "Becoming a teen", and Claire regretted everything.
Then the wind howled, and a sudden burst of wind pouched inside Claire's lowered hair, making it fly away and send her red diamond pin flying back. But she never dared disrupt the conversation that had just began between the couple in front of her. Her problem was small, it didn't matter to her, and would certainly not matter to anyone else, so she only regreted not pressing the clip properly by herself.
A minute went by, and luckily neither of her partners turned to talk to her or see her eye. Claire pressed a hand against her side to keep the hair in place, but her arm was already getting tired. Silently, Claire wished to be part of the conversation. She didn't know much about this new girl, and Charlie seemed to be getting just allong with her, which set Claire off. Sure, they two had only met eachother under the forced circumstances of the Project, but she had felt something during those few weeks. Now that she had no reason to talk to Charlie other than their survival, she went back to being the lonely kid who only uses her mind and never her mouth.
But the moment Claire felt threatened came once Charlie turned arround. During their conversation, Charlie had spoken about every Imaginator he could remember at the moment, and since Claire was one of them, he turned to introduce her properly to Juniper. And Claire did the most stupid thing she could.
To look like she had not been stressing out about every single aspect of her past month, she waved with a fake smile, letting her hair blow away, revealing her eye.
Juniper opened wide her mouth, but Charlie tried to save the situation by continuing to talk with Juniper, this time making sure he was looking forward.
-So the first one I met other than me was this guy who called himself storm...
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