mental link: D46

[erbier]

[ A gasp, a whisper of something where there had been a stark silence before, and then a pull. A grasp from the deep, leveraging its way from beneath the water only by pulling down another.

Precarious, but harmless as she awakens, her siren call weakening as she breaks the surface, at last. Awake. Everywhere and nowhere, unshielded. Reborn again upon the shores. ]

ooc; newbies should stop her anywhere for action, and anyone who wants to greet her face to face should juuust say so and I will tell you where she is at that moment. she's not really controlling what goes where so threadjack away.

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[erbier]

[ This one. She had wanted to grab hold of him before, but he had spooked and pulled himself back...

Well, he has provided now. Like taking a hand to steady her while leaving a rocking boat she uses it, and then lets him go. It would hardly win his trust to abuse the kindness now, but her attention remains, a softly fragrant smoke; flowers and earth. ]

( Thank you. Hello, John. )

[wrackful]

[A crackle of something close to dislike at the use of his first name, but he doesn't correct her. It's swept over by the sense that rises to meet her, earth to earth, flowers to dense, green forest.]

( Hey. ) [Uncertainty dissipates. In the elevator, he remembers himself, punching the button for the ground floor.] ( I'd ask if you had a nice nap, but I heard it's more like being knocked out. )

[And he knows what that feels like.]

[erbier]

[ Always so blunt. She appreciates it, in her own way, the lack of pretense and frippery. In another way, it amuses her how he masks his sensitivities with brusqueness. ]

( It was not pleasant. The days of loneliness rose up in me all at once as I awoke. )

[ Hand reaching, grasping, wanting. ]

[wrackful]

( If that's what you'd call that. )

[A little too poetic for him, for all that the whole mindlinking thing seems to make that kind of imagery all too real. He doesn't want to talk about loneliness, besides.]

( So you know how long you were out? )

[erbier]

[ She knows better than to prod his reluctance, than to reach out and touch his loneliness and make it resonate with hers. He and Mara are too well suited to each other. It is charming to her, and even as she tries to express the unpleasantness of her coma, there is a trill of warmth. She won't tell him so, but she missed him; as part of her Nest, part of her mind and her new life. ]

( No, not entirely. It felt... like a very long time. As though I went very long ways. )

[wrackful]

( Did you see the festival? That was six days. )

[He thinks that's around when he felt it, her dropping off, the hum in the back of his head that he's learnt to know as nest falling one voice quieter. But there'd been a lot, that day, and she wasn't his brood. Someone he's maybe thought to half avoid, instead, the way she talks and feels in his head. It wasn't that he didn't understand. It was the opposite, and what she could do with that.]

( You didn't miss anything, anyway. We're still here. )