What else falls into place: the presences she sensed when she examined the Wielder, vast, uncountable, fringing on the edge of her senses and cloaked in the safe, obscuring inkiness of shade.
In the Void-charged atmosphere, the filaments of Seer's antennae have been slowly raising, and by now they are held large and strange and tense over her back. Involuntary.
"Lord of Shades," she addresses them, this time in a small voice devoid of ceremony. And a small acknowledgement: "Of regrets."
Yes, she understands now. It did not take much.
(Lemm, brusque as he is, wisely holds his silence.)
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Date: 2023-03-14 09:32 pm (UTC)Vessels, plural. She is looking at one of many.
What else falls into place: the presences she sensed when she examined the Wielder, vast, uncountable, fringing on the edge of her senses and cloaked in the safe, obscuring inkiness of shade.
In the Void-charged atmosphere, the filaments of Seer's antennae have been slowly raising, and by now they are held large and strange and tense over her back. Involuntary.
"Lord of Shades," she addresses them, this time in a small voice devoid of ceremony. And a small acknowledgement: "Of regrets."
Yes, she understands now. It did not take much.
(Lemm, brusque as he is, wisely holds his silence.)