The Knight is patient. They have no hurry for him to fall asleep, or for Myla to rouse, or for their shift to change.
And they can look inward. They can't as far as they can asleep, but they can better prod their siblings for inside updates: how are things? How is Godhome, is Myla?
The air gets heavier. Without their conscious knowledge, the Shade Wings melt along the edges, curling loosely around the sides of their cushion and the fringe of Lemm's blanket.
Myla's fine. Myla's slapping ripples in the water until they hit the Void, with flair-horn and down-horn siblings doing the same the other way around. Soul-water and Void mix along the half-defined boundary, making pretty swirling angled shapes that they dip a tendril or hand to mix more.
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The Knight is patient. They have no hurry for him to fall asleep, or for Myla to rouse, or for their shift to change.
And they can look inward. They can't as far as they can asleep, but they can better prod their siblings for inside updates: how are things? How is Godhome, is Myla?
The air gets heavier. Without their conscious knowledge, the Shade Wings melt along the edges, curling loosely around the sides of their cushion and the fringe of Lemm's blanket.
Myla's fine. Myla's slapping ripples in the water until they hit the Void, with flair-horn and down-horn siblings doing the same the other way around. Soul-water and Void mix along the half-defined boundary, making pretty swirling angled shapes that they dip a tendril or hand to mix more.