Ciri
When the hurt and fear still lingered, when it had still been such a fresh wound, she would have balked at speaking about the Underneath. Of the terrors she had faced and the truths that had been forced into the open. It had been one of the key events of her life, the one that had shaped her the most into what she was today regardless if she liked it or not. These days she can speak of the trials and tribulations in that dark world with just a slight quiver of her skin, that instinctive reflex to shake off the oily threads of the past that still lingered just below her skin. Talking about it helped more than she had realized. When she had recounted her near death experience with Gale, it had eased a little more of that weight from her scarred chest.
Islas had seemed as dreamy as the twinkling threads in the sky until she had mentioned the Below. Now she seemed hyper focused, the dark purple eyes penetrating deep within the swirling silver of her own. Some might become subdued under such a gaze but she simply holds it with curiosity. Of course the natural hesitation makes her pause as it always does when it comes to bringing up the past and Islas is quick with an apology but Ciri merely shakes her head. “I don’t mind talking about it.” She responds honestly.
Had it been an Underworld? Were they the same thing? She didn’t know, such a question had many complex answers regarding time and space. Still she tries to explain to the Fallen Star in the best way she knows how. “There was a portal, it just… sucked me up.” She had only been three, a young slip of a shadow that kept to herself. She had fallen asleep only to wake in the Underneath. The first but not the last time a portal had stolen her away.
The swirls of silver seem to go sluggish in their movement, liquid mercury as she thinks back to a darkness that would put the Eclipse to shame. “ It looked exactly like here, like the Beqanna we know, but it wasn’t.” She goes on to explain the absence of color, the suffocating blackness but how her vision had adjusted to read heat signatures only. How the putrid fumes made it hard to breathe. How the silence was more suffocating than the thickness in the air. She pauses, unsure if Islas really wanted to know the horrible truth of what lurked in the Underneath. “It’s not a pleasant place by any means. I looked a lot better going in then coming out.” She gives a soft laugh but it lacks humor, shrugging a shoulder littered with some of the many scars she had carried once spit back out on the shores of Hyaline. Violent memories that she would wear for the rest of her life.
all of time and space, everywhere and anywhere, every star that ever was
@[Islas]