[She holds her breath, or the illusion of it. Holds it nervously, her eyes careful to keep Carnelian in the corners of her vision. There is an uneasy swallow, and she keeps her mouth shut.
At least until it occurs to her what 'that beat' refers to. Her thoughts churn, internal constructs practically bursting in demand to fill the void that came of an absent mind, to replace the sound of blood rushing behind her ears where it had not been there before, drowning out Carnelian's words as the girl forces her own forward.]
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At least until it occurs to her what 'that beat' refers to. Her thoughts churn, internal constructs practically bursting in demand to fill the void that came of an absent mind, to replace the sound of blood rushing behind her ears where it had not been there before, drowning out Carnelian's words as the girl forces her own forward.]
What do you mean lack of a beat..?