Where Rhonen lacks attention, Yidhra finds her own to be focused and observant: quietly locked on the willowy child and her every movement. Were she a fish there would be been a flash of silver or gold, of scales gleaming in the sunlight that broke the surface: and each gesture and turn would’ve been so effortlessly graceful that none could’ve matched her. Rather than run, however, she approaches and Yidhra noticed how she remains absent fear and filled instead with mystery and confusion, with questions and the need for answer. Slowly she watches Rhonen then, and her teal eyes blink slowly as she reaches out the half-cut nose and repays the gently greeting sought to be given.
She lacks cruelty, lacks malevolence: in this quiet second there is something else, something strained and ancient- fragile and almost forgotten. A sensation of old joy rises in her chest and there is a moment where her heart begins to beat faster; but for all the blood, she remains frigid and cold- still as Noah withdraws and the pair flit and argue.
“I do not believe you can help this.” she begins calmly and softly, the rasp and smoke of her voice eve present. “It is not disease, not infection, and not anything of those natures. It is simply the result of living beneath the surface and of remaining in the crushing depths where there is no light and no food. Do not be concerned for me.” she finalizes it with a slow breath, with the matted hair swept aside and her her eyes widened so suddenly.
Noah coughs, she sputters and struggles to breath, and Yidhra narrows her eyes: stares at the girl’s nostrils and her mouth- at her eyes. She peers at her with curiosity and interest, but seems to almost mirror a scientist’s manner.
Cold, sterile, and surgical.
This time she listens, her ears twitching and gaze turning to Rhonen with ears perked. “I have often learned that when acting on the behest of Gods or higher powers that there is always consequence and the results are never what you desire. They present you a task, give you some gift and power that you cannot comprehend; but then in that same breath you find yourself standing before a mountain of corpses taller than the gold you sought. Stripped, bare, and empty… forced to remember that your soul is blackened and what remains of it? Is no longer yours; but the creature that you served. Willing, or unwilling.”
Shrugging, she finds herself considering the Stone and the voices: the dreams and nightmares that felt like bizarre memories from another life. Less severe and softening to looks to Noah with a pained expression, perhaps she was reminiscent of herself.
“Even in our dreams, traveling to the ocean’s floor is never easy. There is only darkness and miles of emptiness, sand littered with broken shells and bones, and volcanic ash from the vents. The pressure is so painful that it shatters bones and forces water into every part of you… and the drowning is the least harmful. When you do find light, it is a hunter, and often you are forced to seek safety in the dying husks and bodies of leviathans. If she has water in her lungs, it may saturate them and become infected… if it supernatural, then I cannot help you.” she freezes, aware she lacks healing powers.
Paused and biding time she begins again, this time glancing to Noah. “I cannot offer any sort of medicinal or magical remedy; but if you inhale for ten seconds and breathe deeply- hold that for ten more seconds and repeat until you feel the heaviness in your chest lessening if there is any. I am sorry that you had to experience the dreams of drowning, they are not always so fun.”
The notion of plant life only prompts her to blink, to take moments to think and consider: to imagine possibility; but alas she puts it behind herself, aware that commentary is unneeded.
Yidhra
@[Rhonen]