[ Her response is faint, as if it's an afterthought. Alisaie's eyes are blown wide as the features of the spectre flicker like static between what she can recognize as her grandfather, Tessleen, and then something else in between.
Whether this is meant to be intentional or not, grief pricks at her heart.
Had it stayed any longer she might have felt more than just shock. But a moment it's there and the next it's gone and it leaves her feeling...unsteady. Vulnerable. Estinien's voice draws her attention back to the present and she stares at him a moment unable to compose herself in time. But eventually she does and she turns her face away. ]
Fine. Just startled, that's all. And you – you're well?
[ If that's what she had seen them who had he seen? ]
[ Of course, his traitorous tail makes a liar of him immediately, shifting agitatedly against the ground. Estinien, thinking he'd finally found some measure of understanding in his time travelling to all four corners of the world, wonders if maybe this is his true reckoning. The trial he must undergo.
There is a pregnant pause, broken only by the sheets of rain coming down between them. Then: ]
'Twas Nidhogg, though I cannot be sure, really. Perhaps it really is all connected.
No matter. [ This is added in a way that very firmly puts an end to any further discussion. ] If you are hungry, feel free to help yourself to the food in my bag. Otherwise I think I will turn in for the night. Sleep well, Alisaie.
[ Alisaie may not own a tail herself but she knows agitation when she sees it. Mercifully she doesn't say anything to the effect considering they're both more than well aware of its actions. Which is why she doesn't expect him to reveal anything of what he'd seen, as haunted as he'd looked. But then he does.
Inadvertently she looks up unable to hide the shock on her face. As quickly as he admits it however, he's quick to shut it down again.
Unfortunately she thinks she understands why. They do not know each other well enough to have a heart-to-heart, let alone that has undoubtedly left a mark on him in more ways than one. As tempted as she is to ask more, she shuts her mouth left with the feeling of uncertainty and discomfort.
There's a rustling of her own as she begins to wrestle with the wrapping of her ration in an effort to fill the awkwardness that suddenly fills the air. ]
Right of course. Sleep well.
[ And though she eventually does drift off to sleep, it isn't an easy one. Not with the remnants of the ghosts that haunt the pair of them long after their specters have gone. ]
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[ Her response is faint, as if it's an afterthought. Alisaie's eyes are blown wide as the features of the spectre flicker like static between what she can recognize as her grandfather, Tessleen, and then something else in between.
Whether this is meant to be intentional or not, grief pricks at her heart.
Had it stayed any longer she might have felt more than just shock. But a moment it's there and the next it's gone and it leaves her feeling...unsteady. Vulnerable. Estinien's voice draws her attention back to the present and she stares at him a moment unable to compose herself in time. But eventually she does and she turns her face away. ]
Fine. Just startled, that's all. And you – you're well?
[ If that's what she had seen them who had he seen? ]
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[ Of course, his traitorous tail makes a liar of him immediately, shifting agitatedly against the ground. Estinien, thinking he'd finally found some measure of understanding in his time travelling to all four corners of the world, wonders if maybe this is his true reckoning. The trial he must undergo.
There is a pregnant pause, broken only by the sheets of rain coming down between them. Then: ]
'Twas Nidhogg, though I cannot be sure, really. Perhaps it really is all connected.
No matter. [ This is added in a way that very firmly puts an end to any further discussion. ] If you are hungry, feel free to help yourself to the food in my bag. Otherwise I think I will turn in for the night. Sleep well, Alisaie.
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Inadvertently she looks up unable to hide the shock on her face. As quickly as he admits it however, he's quick to shut it down again.
Unfortunately she thinks she understands why. They do not know each other well enough to have a heart-to-heart, let alone that has undoubtedly left a mark on him in more ways than one. As tempted as she is to ask more, she shuts her mouth left with the feeling of uncertainty and discomfort.
There's a rustling of her own as she begins to wrestle with the wrapping of her ration in an effort to fill the awkwardness that suddenly fills the air. ]
Right of course. Sleep well.
[ And though she eventually does drift off to sleep, it isn't an easy one. Not with the remnants of the ghosts that haunt the pair of them long after their specters have gone. ]