Lena
The song sounded like Sera: full of life and wisdom. It would’ve been very easy to follow and trace after it, mimic her own, hum until she’d landed into muck and mire, picked off by the world surrounding them. The latter thoughts didn’t flicker into her thoughts though – just the simplicity of seeing her sister again, of white dragon wings and –
Her head was suddenly clasped by Zavien ’s hands and her eyes widened in proximity and confusion, before reality centered and snapped into her mind. “Sorry, sorry,” she murmured in quick succession, and the fabric was back in her ears and the shame crawled right up her spine again. Not enough apologies could flow from her voice, but she’d have to unfurl those later.
Shaking her head again, she maneuvered forward with the rest of them. “Hang on, let me check -,” sending a companion pulse to Mittens, and finding its answering cry further beyond. “We need to go straight! Not much farther though!” No surprise that they’d been turned around – it was difficult to tread in the area without the fog swirling around them.
Isla ’s fireball rampaged into the yellow mist and nothing answered; perhaps the lamplighter had moved on or advanced elsewhere. Summoning and compelling more birds, Lena utilized them as figments of sight and distraction, listening to the echoes of their irritated cries off to the left. "It might be over there!" She pointed, another silent prayer flickering through her senses.
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Carry on straight ahead and keep distracting the lamplighter! No post order!
Her head was suddenly clasped by Zavien ’s hands and her eyes widened in proximity and confusion, before reality centered and snapped into her mind. “Sorry, sorry,” she murmured in quick succession, and the fabric was back in her ears and the shame crawled right up her spine again. Not enough apologies could flow from her voice, but she’d have to unfurl those later.
Shaking her head again, she maneuvered forward with the rest of them. “Hang on, let me check -,” sending a companion pulse to Mittens, and finding its answering cry further beyond. “We need to go straight! Not much farther though!” No surprise that they’d been turned around – it was difficult to tread in the area without the fog swirling around them.
Isla ’s fireball rampaged into the yellow mist and nothing answered; perhaps the lamplighter had moved on or advanced elsewhere. Summoning and compelling more birds, Lena utilized them as figments of sight and distraction, listening to the echoes of their irritated cries off to the left. "It might be over there!" She pointed, another silent prayer flickering through her senses.
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Carry on straight ahead and keep distracting the lamplighter! No post order!
little more like coming home
