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passesthrough) wrote2015-03-13 09:07 pm
passesthrough) wrote2015-03-13 09:07 pm
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[psl] for parallels
[Twin suns hang in the sky and rocky outcrops cast sharp shadows over the marsh that spreads across the bottom of the basin. Reeds, dark green with red veins, surround still pools. Beneath the murky water are glowing orange globes that pulse faintly. Their diameter is easily six feet across, and, if you're brave enough to touch them, their slippery outer skin is warm.
Eggs, hundreds of thousands of them. An entire species, waiting to be born. Breathtaking if you aren't squeamish about slime.
The Doctor lowers his binoculars and steps back from the edge of the dusty outcropping the TARDIS has parked herself on. He offers them to Clara, pointing out a particularly dense cluster.
This is his favorite bit, getting to see things anew through someone else's eyes.]
They'll come boiling out soon enough. Infants with no sitter. No soldiers, no politicians... no teachers. Just what their predecessors left them.
Eggs, hundreds of thousands of them. An entire species, waiting to be born. Breathtaking if you aren't squeamish about slime.
The Doctor lowers his binoculars and steps back from the edge of the dusty outcropping the TARDIS has parked herself on. He offers them to Clara, pointing out a particularly dense cluster.
This is his favorite bit, getting to see things anew through someone else's eyes.]
They'll come boiling out soon enough. Infants with no sitter. No soldiers, no politicians... no teachers. Just what their predecessors left them.