"Neither am I, but it reminds me of New England. Or original England, I guess." And then Iggy brings up the PSL. "Oh, I really hope so. They're harder to make yourself than egg nog lattes."
Gansey laughs, shaking his head. "No, Henrietta is mostly the opposite of the Bermuda triangle. There's plenty of strangeness, but it's subtle stuff and good vibes for psychics, according to the ones I'm acquainted with." He shrugs; that stuff is beyond him. "Ley lines are kind of like magical rivers of energy that run in straight lines. They're all over the globe, and that energy pools in places where lines cross each other. Even when they don't know it, humans tend to build things like churches and government buildings on ley lines. Some people who live on the lines end up with strange abilities. It's interesting stuff."
When Iggy scoots closer, Gansey leans so that he can easily see the screen, the phone hanging between them. "Isn't it? That's a few miles from Cabeswater, which is a forest on one of the ley line crossroads outside Henrietta. Everywhere that wasn't getting groceries or pizza was kind of a road trip. It's a one main street sort of small town, but they have a Starbucks." The hallmark of a place being real by outside standards, or something like that. "What's it like where you call home?"
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Gansey laughs, shaking his head. "No, Henrietta is mostly the opposite of the Bermuda triangle. There's plenty of strangeness, but it's subtle stuff and good vibes for psychics, according to the ones I'm acquainted with." He shrugs; that stuff is beyond him. "Ley lines are kind of like magical rivers of energy that run in straight lines. They're all over the globe, and that energy pools in places where lines cross each other. Even when they don't know it, humans tend to build things like churches and government buildings on ley lines. Some people who live on the lines end up with strange abilities. It's interesting stuff."
When Iggy scoots closer, Gansey leans so that he can easily see the screen, the phone hanging between them. "Isn't it? That's a few miles from Cabeswater, which is a forest on one of the ley line crossroads outside Henrietta. Everywhere that wasn't getting groceries or pizza was kind of a road trip. It's a one main street sort of small town, but they have a Starbucks." The hallmark of a place being real by outside standards, or something like that. "What's it like where you call home?"