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]

[ 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. )