[ She'd been warned. That sometimes, the Horizon could manifest the likeness of those you knew, if you wanted them present here hard enough. There'd been more to it than that, but at some point Jaskier had gotten distracted in his description by Ciri's interjections, and well. The point was, and is, that Rinwell stares at the woman sitting at the fire for far longer than would be considered polite under regular circumstances.
Never mind far too long for staring at a Renan.
(A Renan who would never have been first in her heart. And her parents have never manifested in this dream-psychic world, after all.)
There are shadows around the fire, shapes Rinwell cannot identify, so she doesn't try right now. Instead, she steps a little closer, as Hootle flutters in close to the pink haired woman, chirping happily in her direction as he perches on one of the stumps. She keeps the fire between herself and— ]
Shionne...When did you get here?
[ Cyslodia, the Horizon, or Abraxas proper: she knows what a shade she had conjured might say, but she asks anyway. ]
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[ She'd been warned. That sometimes, the Horizon could manifest the likeness of those you knew, if you wanted them present here hard enough. There'd been more to it than that, but at some point Jaskier had gotten distracted in his description by Ciri's interjections, and well. The point was, and is, that Rinwell stares at the woman sitting at the fire for far longer than would be considered polite under regular circumstances.
Never mind far too long for staring at a Renan.
(A Renan who would never have been first in her heart. And her parents have never manifested in this dream-psychic world, after all.)
There are shadows around the fire, shapes Rinwell cannot identify, so she doesn't try right now. Instead, she steps a little closer, as Hootle flutters in close to the pink haired woman, chirping happily in her direction as he perches on one of the stumps. She keeps the fire between herself and— ]
Shionne...When did you get here?
[ Cyslodia, the Horizon, or Abraxas proper: she knows what a shade she had conjured might say, but she asks anyway. ]