[Laurel Lance is not really a wisher. She's never really been one to trust something she couldn't bring to fruition with her own two hands. Then again, Laurel Lance is here, for things she doesn't have the power to change with those two hands, because as determined as she is, she can't bring back the dead.
That being said, she doesn't come to the so called wishing well because she actually believes it's capable of anything. She comes more out of introspection than anything else, wanting time away from the bustle of the city to just breathe and think about what she's really doing here.
In a lot of ways, her wishes are a moot point and she knows it. Sara and Oliver survive and even though they don't make it back to her for some time, they do make it back. Maybe in a lot of ways, she needs that time. Time to move on with her life and come to terms with the fact that they weren't the people she thought they were, and her life wasn't meant to be the way she envisioned.
She needs time to forgive. And she isn't one hundred percent sure that she's going to find it here.
Which is why she's standing at the walk in section of the pool, shoes off and standing with her feet in the water, trying to get her thoughts in order. Part of her is starting to realize that maybe she didn't come here with the most altruistic of goals in mind. Maybe she came to Cadelle to escape the weight that losing Oliver and Sara has placed around her neck. She came to escape a father who is drowning himself in the loss of a child, and she can't seem to pull him back up, only sink further with him.
More than anything, she wishes she could just feel lighter, and while it isn't a wish that she verbalizes in any particular way, it's just enough to have the magic water do it's work.
Eventually she puts her shoes back on and begins to make her way back to town, and while she can't say that she is any more certain of what she's doing here, there is a bit of relief in her chest, the kind that usually comes with at least recognizing the problem, if nothing else. It isn't until she's about halfway back to town that she realizes it's a different kind of "lightness" she's feeling. In fact, all it really takes, is a particularly strong gust of wind that sends her tumbling far too easily, a kind of stumbling off of the path and onto the grass nearby that has her confused.
She didn't think the wind was particularly strong when she left the house.
She pauses for a moment, confused, before she starts to push herself up to her feet, when another gust comes her way, scooping her up before she can get her feet under her, and sending her tumbling through the air like a leaf or a wayward balloon. Given that Laurel has never experienced super powers at all outside of Cadelle, she is understandably freaking out, a shrieking kind of yell as she spirals through the air out of control.
Eventually she'll manage to get her wits about her and catch hold of a lamp post or a flag pole but until then she's just going to be flying through the air, with zero control of her flight path whatsoever.
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That being said, she doesn't come to the so called wishing well because she actually believes it's capable of anything. She comes more out of introspection than anything else, wanting time away from the bustle of the city to just breathe and think about what she's really doing here.
In a lot of ways, her wishes are a moot point and she knows it. Sara and Oliver survive and even though they don't make it back to her for some time, they do make it back. Maybe in a lot of ways, she needs that time. Time to move on with her life and come to terms with the fact that they weren't the people she thought they were, and her life wasn't meant to be the way she envisioned.
She needs time to forgive. And she isn't one hundred percent sure that she's going to find it here.
Which is why she's standing at the walk in section of the pool, shoes off and standing with her feet in the water, trying to get her thoughts in order. Part of her is starting to realize that maybe she didn't come here with the most altruistic of goals in mind. Maybe she came to Cadelle to escape the weight that losing Oliver and Sara has placed around her neck. She came to escape a father who is drowning himself in the loss of a child, and she can't seem to pull him back up, only sink further with him.
More than anything, she wishes she could just feel lighter, and while it isn't a wish that she verbalizes in any particular way, it's just enough to have the magic water do it's work.
Eventually she puts her shoes back on and begins to make her way back to town, and while she can't say that she is any more certain of what she's doing here, there is a bit of relief in her chest, the kind that usually comes with at least recognizing the problem, if nothing else. It isn't until she's about halfway back to town that she realizes it's a different kind of "lightness" she's feeling. In fact, all it really takes, is a particularly strong gust of wind that sends her tumbling far too easily, a kind of stumbling off of the path and onto the grass nearby that has her confused.
She didn't think the wind was particularly strong when she left the house.
She pauses for a moment, confused, before she starts to push herself up to her feet, when another gust comes her way, scooping her up before she can get her feet under her, and sending her tumbling through the air like a leaf or a wayward balloon. Given that Laurel has never experienced super powers at all outside of Cadelle, she is understandably freaking out, a shrieking kind of yell as she spirals through the air out of control.
Eventually she'll manage to get her wits about her and catch hold of a lamp post or a flag pole but until then she's just going to be flying through the air, with zero control of her flight path whatsoever.
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