[Hayame is alone with her thoughts for a moment longer, even past when she ceases to be actually alone. In the cradle of her rough hands, which have never known how to be gentle, she tries to hold the sunbeam like it is precious- because it is. She does not often let herself channel Meridian power through it and look, because... because she does not deserve it, because she should not let her thoughts linger on it, but...
Matsukaze is there. The yearlings she'd been teaching archery were there. If she thought about him, the landscape would change, and her brother was there...
But eventually she notices. On instinct, she immediately shields the jewel from sight with a protective cup of her fingers, lips already twisting into an automatic snarl until she realizes it's-]
... Liem.
[Her hackles slowly lower, her fingers remain cupped but less defensive over her sunbeam bead. She had seen him only recently in the Below, but even still... She tries to think of something to say that isn't a demand to be left alone.]
It is yet strange, to see that hair upon your face.
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Matsukaze is there. The yearlings she'd been teaching archery were there. If she thought about him, the landscape would change, and her brother was there...
But eventually she notices. On instinct, she immediately shields the jewel from sight with a protective cup of her fingers, lips already twisting into an automatic snarl until she realizes it's-]
... Liem.
[Her hackles slowly lower, her fingers remain cupped but less defensive over her sunbeam bead. She had seen him only recently in the Below, but even still... She tries to think of something to say that isn't a demand to be left alone.]
It is yet strange, to see that hair upon your face.