[ When he reaches out to her, she's alone and still, guarding the entrance to the shrine Eustace's shard is housed in like a hooded statue. Aside from the few hermit-like researchers who live in the nearby observatory and the occasional animal, the shrine is highly isolated, and there are few distractions to draw her from the thoughts rolling in and out like the tide.
When Johnny's voice pokes at her, she's jostled from her trance. There may be wisdom in not responding — it's a sensitive time between Kenoma and Pleroma — but she responds automatically, trusting in Johnny's best intentions. ]
Yes, I'm here.
[ Her voice is quiet and calm after a long bout of meditation, though her usual soft undertone remains. ]
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Date: 2022-08-29 11:40 pm (UTC)When Johnny's voice pokes at her, she's jostled from her trance. There may be wisdom in not responding — it's a sensitive time between Kenoma and Pleroma — but she responds automatically, trusting in Johnny's best intentions. ]
Yes, I'm here.
[ Her voice is quiet and calm after a long bout of meditation, though her usual soft undertone remains. ]
Is everything alright, Mr. Johnny?