For not the first time in recent weeks, Alys had forced herself to leave the house.
Where she might normally have been urged into the cold by her companion, there was now only silence, and she still wasn’t used to that missing part of her soul that still felt bare. Everything was still too raw; the bond, or at least where it had been, hurt in a way that she couldn’t fully explain or understand. It was enough to keep her at home instead of traveling with Tal, and for the most part, it kept her from wandering too far into civilization, preferring the solitude of their home over the hustle and bustle of New Haven before LongNight.
But yesterday, she’d run out of food, and the knowledge that she couldn’t just waste away prickled under her skin, driving her out and into New Haven. She walked through the streets with her head down, hoping very much that she could avoid seeing anyone she knew. If this could just be a quick trip, in and out, then she could go back home with a minimum of discomfort and return to her silent brooding. However much it irked her to be stuck in this cycle of depression, it wasn’t enough to pull her out of it.
Unfortunately for Alys, she made the mistake of glancing up at a critical moment and saw a figure that was indeed familiar to her, though it had been some time since she’d seen the Ancient. She remembered that Maea had written her some time ago, but they’d never met up despite their best efforts. To see her now was like plunging into a shred of the past where Sascha was still alive and Alys was still whole. And it hurt.
Alys paused for a moment, staring at the Ancient with an intensity that likely bordered on manic, and almost turned to walk away - but she didn’t want to offend Maea, not when the woman had tried to mend their fences. So she forced herself forward, one foot in front of the other, until she stood beside her. ”Need any help?” she asked softly, observing what appeared to be a soup kitchen of sorts, and preparing to jump in where needed.
Where she might normally have been urged into the cold by her companion, there was now only silence, and she still wasn’t used to that missing part of her soul that still felt bare. Everything was still too raw; the bond, or at least where it had been, hurt in a way that she couldn’t fully explain or understand. It was enough to keep her at home instead of traveling with Tal, and for the most part, it kept her from wandering too far into civilization, preferring the solitude of their home over the hustle and bustle of New Haven before LongNight.
But yesterday, she’d run out of food, and the knowledge that she couldn’t just waste away prickled under her skin, driving her out and into New Haven. She walked through the streets with her head down, hoping very much that she could avoid seeing anyone she knew. If this could just be a quick trip, in and out, then she could go back home with a minimum of discomfort and return to her silent brooding. However much it irked her to be stuck in this cycle of depression, it wasn’t enough to pull her out of it.
Unfortunately for Alys, she made the mistake of glancing up at a critical moment and saw a figure that was indeed familiar to her, though it had been some time since she’d seen the Ancient. She remembered that Maea had written her some time ago, but they’d never met up despite their best efforts. To see her now was like plunging into a shred of the past where Sascha was still alive and Alys was still whole. And it hurt.
Alys paused for a moment, staring at the Ancient with an intensity that likely bordered on manic, and almost turned to walk away - but she didn’t want to offend Maea, not when the woman had tried to mend their fences. So she forced herself forward, one foot in front of the other, until she stood beside her. ”Need any help?” she asked softly, observing what appeared to be a soup kitchen of sorts, and preparing to jump in where needed.
Alys
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Alys.
Emotional Telepathy | The user can read deep emotions of those within a 5 foot radius at will. Control is excellent. Note: "Deep emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
Emotional Perception | The user can read surface level emotions of those within a 15 foot radius. Control is moderate. Note: "Surface level emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
Feel free to use force/magic on Alys.
Emotional Telepathy | The user can read deep emotions of those within a 5 foot radius at will. Control is excellent. Note: "Deep emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
Emotional Perception | The user can read surface level emotions of those within a 15 foot radius. Control is moderate. Note: "Surface level emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
