[Shionne lays her hands in her lap, smoothing down her dress as her legs stretch out in front of her. If she's to accept anything, to not feel completely as if she's drifting off from everything, she can accept that the way she feels now is not unfamiliar. The simple campfire, and the company gathered around it -- the only thing missing is a softly spoken story, or a laugh, or even an irritated yell.
Those are the things that are missing. When she looks at Rinwell, though, it feels as if something's been returned.
And Hootle, of course.]
A forest. Several forests, actually. One would cut off, then a new one begin. Then I saw these mountains, and... they were different from ones I saw before. [She shifts, uncomfortable.] I thought I recognized them.
[Her eyes grow larger as Rinwell explains. The names... don't mean anything, and yet her heart speeds up in her chest. As she lists a name, something inside Shionne unclenches. The syllables hit her ears the way they should. Slowly, around them, the shadows Shionne unwittingly created begin to solidify. Not enough to be entirely human, but features begin to craft themselves. A pole in one's hands. A fluff of darkness like fur on a shoulder. And one, the one that sits closest to Shionne, has a light grow in its chest.
She doesn't pay them any mind. They are... hers. Somehow. The only thing that makes her balk is the final question. She doesn't want to disappoint her friend, but she must. Shionne shakes her head.] No. I don't think so. You're the first person I've met in a while, really.
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Those are the things that are missing. When she looks at Rinwell, though, it feels as if something's been returned.
And Hootle, of course.]
A forest. Several forests, actually. One would cut off, then a new one begin. Then I saw these mountains, and... they were different from ones I saw before. [She shifts, uncomfortable.] I thought I recognized them.
[Her eyes grow larger as Rinwell explains. The names... don't mean anything, and yet her heart speeds up in her chest. As she lists a name, something inside Shionne unclenches. The syllables hit her ears the way they should. Slowly, around them, the shadows Shionne unwittingly created begin to solidify. Not enough to be entirely human, but features begin to craft themselves. A pole in one's hands. A fluff of darkness like fur on a shoulder. And one, the one that sits closest to Shionne, has a light grow in its chest.
She doesn't pay them any mind. They are... hers. Somehow. The only thing that makes her balk is the final question. She doesn't want to disappoint her friend, but she must. Shionne shakes her head.] No. I don't think so. You're the first person I've met in a while, really.