A miasma of memories that are -- confusing -- emotions even moreso? Why did she feel that well in her heart where it lay? Why did she feel so sad? Why did she feel this deep, unknowable pain in her chest? That felt like the air was to be sucked out of her, and the little Squire -- nay, Queen of Winter -- no, The Warden -- why did her memories not make sense? It's a jumble of experiences without context or understanding. Akua Sahelian had always prided herself on her mind, but in this moment, she cannot do more than think.
Her breathing is hard, her eyes furious. What had he taken? What had he Taken that made her feel like that?
Her face twisted into something ugly, her lips peeled back and eyes furious, and it's with a shockwave that she tried to push him back, a force of pure uncontrolled energy that threw him outward, her hands clawed as she did so. Her mind reeled --
How long have you been pretending, Akua? The Warden had asked.
Ah, yes. How long, indeed?
She remembered a great deal, still. Slapping the bard to quiet her, Catherine told her that she loved her, they'd kissed, and she had --
She hadn't supposed to have died. She would have been more if it hadn't been taken from her. She felt fury, horror -- Confusion, and she turned burning eyes to Amos, fury splitting her face, turning what was beautiful... mad, and ugly. When she spoke, her voice was a screech, just as ugly as her face had been, the madness that she'd lost taken hold. ]
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A miasma of memories that are -- confusing -- emotions even moreso? Why did she feel that well in her heart where it lay? Why did she feel so sad? Why did she feel this deep, unknowable pain in her chest? That felt like the air was to be sucked out of her, and the little Squire -- nay, Queen of Winter -- no, The Warden -- why did her memories not make sense? It's a jumble of experiences without context or understanding. Akua Sahelian had always prided herself on her mind, but in this moment, she cannot do more than think.
Her breathing is hard, her eyes furious. What had he taken? What had he Taken that made her feel like that?
Her face twisted into something ugly, her lips peeled back and eyes furious, and it's with a shockwave that she tried to push him back, a force of pure uncontrolled energy that threw him outward, her hands clawed as she did so. Her mind reeled --
How long have you been pretending, Akua? The Warden had asked.
Ah, yes. How long, indeed?
She remembered a great deal, still. Slapping the bard to quiet her, Catherine told her that she loved her, they'd kissed, and she had --
She hadn't supposed to have died. She would have been more if it hadn't been taken from her. She felt fury, horror -- Confusion, and she turned burning eyes to Amos, fury splitting her face, turning what was beautiful... mad, and ugly. When she spoke, her voice was a screech, just as ugly as her face had been, the madness that she'd lost taken hold. ]
What did you take?