Clarisse's eyebrows draw together in momentary thought. Where? She's never really thought about it like that. Like her world still being out there, in some other place.

"On the other side of the sky, I guess. Somehow." That's where she fell out, right? It sounds stupid, though, like she's trying to write a poem or some shit. And then you add in the weird shit about the Veil and the fact that she was dreaming, and—

She shakes her head and reaches out to put a hand on the horse's neck. "Anyway, it's called Earth. And there are gods there, and my father is one of them."