[ When Lup arrives, Honerva is tucked in close to the side of the sofa, eyes closed and head turned away from Pyra to protect her, not as though that can truly close her away from the light she yet emits, and of course does little for the images left to form inside her mind. Pyra's song at least helpfully clashes with the taunting words while she tries not to get swept up in the current of them. She knows what it wants and the way it is trying to use her pain for that advantage.
She still can't think, but having Pyra sing is still the safest option until Lup gets there. Minutes it may take but it feels so much longer when so much has been disrupted. But then, finally, she's there; that safe, familiar presence, the crackle of that energy, bright and fiery, the herald of such a uniquely woven signature.
Her eyes open, her gaze haunted and weary, as she just tries to take in the sight of Lup being here. Of her realness. There is much yet to unpack but here was the raw truth of it all, as much as her that had retreated. ]
... They're so loud, Lup. I saw... a vision. Of my son's body.
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She still can't think, but having Pyra sing is still the safest option until Lup gets there. Minutes it may take but it feels so much longer when so much has been disrupted. But then, finally, she's there; that safe, familiar presence, the crackle of that energy, bright and fiery, the herald of such a uniquely woven signature.
Her eyes open, her gaze haunted and weary, as she just tries to take in the sight of Lup being here. Of her realness. There is much yet to unpack but here was the raw truth of it all, as much as her that had retreated. ]
... They're so loud, Lup. I saw... a vision. Of my son's body.