There is something dark and chaotic in the communion between them, something he will not allow her to see, and Hayame... does not pry. Perhaps she could. The way the borders between minds and hearts blurred here beneath the Great Tree it likely would have been somewhat easy to force her way in... but she will not. Just as she had only traded for Meridian's energy back, she will not brook with manipulating the mind of anyone- even if they were an enemy. She would kill them... she has killed them. There are shards on her person that do not belong to her. But she will not manipulate a person like that, dishonorable and cowardly. Let alone... a "friend".]
You will not be trapped or forced when I am here.
[She is possibly the most powerful shard-bearer now, in this place where magics and powers have become unreliable and they had only their bodies and their physical capabilities to rely on. Even if she isn't confident in anything but that, even if she has no idea what is going on... she speaks as if she is completely sure, because she knows only success or failure... and this cannot be a failure. What is she, if it is? Meridian has lost once before, and she is supposed to stomach another? Set may not view things so black and white... but she does.
There is no one else in this tunnel but them. The only good thing about this infuriating bleed of communion is that it was easier to tell where people were... and they are alone (for now). That allows her to slowly lumber down to her belly beside the bruised god, tired herself but unable to easily admit it. She wants to rest, (she wants to return home), but it as he said. It was hard to relax when an enemy might try and slip into your mind at any moment.
But here it is just them now. There is silence as she arranges herself, heavy and thick, but... he wishes her to talk?]
- Why did you fight so pointlessly with Amos Burton?
[They had argued over the man not too long past. She had heard the chaotic impressions of the discussion over the Blighted creature in the roots... but she had ignored the specifics as much as she was able, interested in far different matters. ... Was it really over a demented river otter?]
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There is something dark and chaotic in the communion between them, something he will not allow her to see, and Hayame... does not pry. Perhaps she could. The way the borders between minds and hearts blurred here beneath the Great Tree it likely would have been somewhat easy to force her way in... but she will not. Just as she had only traded for Meridian's energy back, she will not brook with manipulating the mind of anyone- even if they were an enemy. She would kill them... she has killed them. There are shards on her person that do not belong to her. But she will not manipulate a person like that, dishonorable and cowardly. Let alone... a "friend".]
You will not be trapped or forced when I am here.
[She is possibly the most powerful shard-bearer now, in this place where magics and powers have become unreliable and they had only their bodies and their physical capabilities to rely on. Even if she isn't confident in anything but that, even if she has no idea what is going on... she speaks as if she is completely sure, because she knows only success or failure... and this cannot be a failure. What is she, if it is? Meridian has lost once before, and she is supposed to stomach another? Set may not view things so black and white... but she does.
There is no one else in this tunnel but them. The only good thing about this infuriating bleed of communion is that it was easier to tell where people were... and they are alone (for now). That allows her to slowly lumber down to her belly beside the bruised god, tired herself but unable to easily admit it. She wants to rest, (she wants to return home), but it as he said. It was hard to relax when an enemy might try and slip into your mind at any moment.
But here it is just them now. There is silence as she arranges herself, heavy and thick, but... he wishes her to talk?]
- Why did you fight so pointlessly with Amos Burton?
[They had argued over the man not too long past. She had heard the chaotic impressions of the discussion over the Blighted creature in the roots... but she had ignored the specifics as much as she was able, interested in far different matters. ... Was it really over a demented river otter?]