[ Though he had not been by her side, he felt it. Not directly in the path of her power, but through the new familial connection he has yet to reconcile with. A brilliant emotional high followed by a debilitating low. And before that - a slow, cool, rush of power he's still struggling to comprehend. He knows well what it feels like to cast magic, and for it to go wildly out of control. This was no magic, but it was similar.
For the first time since arriving to the Nest and to Hyrypia, he's frustrated at the bumbling slowness he's been trying to keep up. That he has to be careful and take time to trace the exact path back to the tents to find her, that he can't just part the crowds and rush straight to where he knows she is, lest he reveal how well he can actually find his way in the dark.
By the time Gildor is pushing the curtains aside with his staff, he knows he's interrupting her in quiet relaxation - in the middle of a bath no less. There's a sense of urgency and concern that won't go away, and he loathes how rude it must make him in this moment. But he needs to know- ]
What was that? All of that? During the race, after it-
[ His formerly gentle voice is uncharacteristically gruff. Gildor stops himself, inhales. The scent of sweat and water and her is more grounding than it's allowed to be. ]
II. / III. por que no los dos
For the first time since arriving to the Nest and to Hyrypia, he's frustrated at the bumbling slowness he's been trying to keep up. That he has to be careful and take time to trace the exact path back to the tents to find her, that he can't just part the crowds and rush straight to where he knows she is, lest he reveal how well he can actually find his way in the dark.
By the time Gildor is pushing the curtains aside with his staff, he knows he's interrupting her in quiet relaxation - in the middle of a bath no less. There's a sense of urgency and concern that won't go away, and he loathes how rude it must make him in this moment. But he needs to know- ]
What was that? All of that? During the race, after it-
[ His formerly gentle voice is uncharacteristically gruff. Gildor stops himself, inhales. The scent of sweat and water and her is more grounding than it's allowed to be. ]
Are you alright, Rani?