[ Her attention hones in on them both. It is unusual from her, she does not generally monitor their web, lets each facet of it go about their business without her scrutiny or judgment, but she can feel them at a distance. Stops what's she's doing to sit down away from the crowd, closing her eyes. Ren is always a thunderstorm in the back of her mind, ominous and tumultuous. She isn't surprised that there is now a downpour there instead, energy and burden suddenly dispersed in all directions after brewing for so long.
Her presence is delicate, the faint bouquet of a rain wet garden, the soft spice of smoke.
She doesn't yet know if this will be a good thing for Ren. Perhaps. Change is coming for them all, and for those most buttressed against it... cataclysm may be needed to wash away the past. She doesn't exclude herself, but for now, she doesn't entirely matter. Her brood is what matters. All their heartache and sorrow.
A sigh, an echo we're with you, the faintest kiss of reassurance past them both, but there's nothing for her to say, merely to have them in her thoughts. ]
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Her presence is delicate, the faint bouquet of a rain wet garden, the soft spice of smoke.
She doesn't yet know if this will be a good thing for Ren. Perhaps. Change is coming for them all, and for those most buttressed against it... cataclysm may be needed to wash away the past. She doesn't exclude herself, but for now, she doesn't entirely matter. Her brood is what matters. All their heartache and sorrow.
A sigh, an echo we're with you, the faintest kiss of reassurance past them both, but there's nothing for her to say, merely to have them in her thoughts. ]