[There is a voice calling to her from somewhere far away. Hayame doesn’t know where it comes from, or its intent, but something about it has captivated her in a way that she would not be able to explain if asked later. Somehow, it has slowly urged her from a tense stand to a slightly more relaxed sit, down to her belly, and now nearly fully laying down, curled in on herself as if she might just fall asleep there regardless of what the native said. … She never even laid down to sleep in Horos, not unless she was too injured to stay upright.
The voice is familiar, and yet she cannot identify who is exactly it was. In one instant it seemed like Matsukaze, in the next her brother’s, and then the next it almost seemed like that of someone she had met in another world. But as captivating as that distant voice was-
There is suddenly another, much closer and more real. One she’d never actually thought she would hear again.
Hayame shoots upright, (her upper half, at least), her long hair tangled in the surrounding purple blooms and now marked with petals, twisting from the “hip” to see-]
… Liem.
[The name is breathed, more than said. Two brows rise, but only one eye betrays her shock, what was left (or wasn’t left) of the other hidden behind a leather patch. She had looked, before leaving Yima’s manor, but the fever of purging the Pleroma from her system and the dark embrace of unconsciousness she’d drifted in and out of as her shard acclimated to the crack across it’s surface means… she had not seen him, and yet now, here he was, just standing there—]
I thought you were dead…
[She’d seen M’d dagger slit his throat. Even if he’d survive that… the Regent had not seemed the type to suffer traitors.
… So she had hoped he was dead. For his sake.
Or were the flowers really as dangerous as those natives had said, and this was all just some hallucination after all?]
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The voice is familiar, and yet she cannot identify who is exactly it was. In one instant it seemed like Matsukaze, in the next her brother’s, and then the next it almost seemed like that of someone she had met in another world. But as captivating as that distant voice was-
There is suddenly another, much closer and more real. One she’d never actually thought she would hear again.
Hayame shoots upright, (her upper half, at least), her long hair tangled in the surrounding purple blooms and now marked with petals, twisting from the “hip” to see-]
… Liem.
[The name is breathed, more than said. Two brows rise, but only one eye betrays her shock, what was left (or wasn’t left) of the other hidden behind a leather patch. She had looked, before leaving Yima’s manor, but the fever of purging the Pleroma from her system and the dark embrace of unconsciousness she’d drifted in and out of as her shard acclimated to the crack across it’s surface means… she had not seen him, and yet now, here he was, just standing there—]
I thought you were dead…
[She’d seen M’d dagger slit his throat. Even if he’d survive that… the Regent had not seemed the type to suffer traitors.
… So she had hoped he was dead. For his sake.
Or were the flowers really as dangerous as those natives had said, and this was all just some hallucination after all?]