“Catch!”
The voice came from nowhere. Her hands instinctively went up, putting her palms outwards the way she always did, more concerned with protection than success.
She felt something cold and hard against her skin and curled her fingers inwards.
She had actually caught it. She grinned.
When it started to pulse in her hands, matching the quickening of her own heart, her grin flickering like an old movie.
She looked around for the thrower.
She was alone, the expanse of field empty as far as the eye could see.
The thing in her hands began to hum a warning.
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