oblivion is the name of this abode: and she is there
Anju follows at a long-legged ambling pace, a tip of her chin unspoken gratitude as the door is held and the two women sidle through back to the pathway. Where Lena seems to float, Anju's steps are solid and fully connecting, as surely as if she were stone herself. Incapable of being toppled or tripped. "I will do my best to describe each creature adequately," she responds somberly, and Riya snorts smoke in clear mockery of her awkwardly sincere nature. Anju narrows her eyes upwards at her sister where she still floats in the half-dark, but says nothing aloud.
The babble of the brook grows as they approach, and again the same motions are repeated. Anju lingers, unsure, for only a moment until she sees Lena gathering supplies. Only then does she venture towards the water and what she assumes to be the inhabitants within if they have not already been healed and returned to their home rivers. Peering down into the water, she marvels at the colorful bodies beneath the surface. "I have never seen these in person. They are...pretty." She fumbles the word uncertainly and frowns, but does not take it back lest she make it more apparent.
The babble of the brook grows as they approach, and again the same motions are repeated. Anju lingers, unsure, for only a moment until she sees Lena gathering supplies. Only then does she venture towards the water and what she assumes to be the inhabitants within if they have not already been healed and returned to their home rivers. Peering down into the water, she marvels at the colorful bodies beneath the surface. "I have never seen these in person. They are...pretty." She fumbles the word uncertainly and frowns, but does not take it back lest she make it more apparent.
