Blinking, like a newborn babe still adjusting from the watery depths to unbound light, Circinae steadies herself and gasps for air. Confusion settles, coils like puckering tentacles around her mind to drag sense and reason below dark, clouded waves and she wonders just where or how she got here. She feels … drowsy, stumbling forward while the earth beneath her tilts against her will. A sound tethers her, draws her heavy head upwards so that those pale lapis eyes might sway and rest on the source from whence it came. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
A phrase she’s always longed to hear.
There’s laughter, but it comes to a sudden halt when the blue-green dame realizes that the noise has materialized from her own, sweet throat. She sucks the sound back in, feels a throbbing pressure like a stone pushing against her skull, and says instead, “I hope you weren’t waiting very long.” A strange excuse for strange bedfellows but there’s one thing that rises to the murky surface of her thoughts: There is something very much beyond her power happening here and she’d do well to simply play along.
“My memory is a bit sporadic at the moment,” She hums, a smile striking vivid contrast to what emotions toil beneath, the picture of untainted innocence with a saccharine voice, “so you’ll have to forgive me - I’m drawing a blank on your name.”
It is only then that the multitude of images before her adjust and solidify into one shape.
The creature painted with a waxy smile makes Circy sick with fear.
ooc: Love it
