[ Era is out walking at a time she knows most people sleep. Her Carbuncle at her side, glowing brightly in the darkness. Less prominent is the polecat perched on her shoulder, glowing much more faintly in a soft golden hue. She's bundled up in something warm, cozy, and unflattering to her figure, tail held high and to the left in an attempt to help her keep her balance as she practices.
Eventually she stops, standing still for a long, silent moment, then crawls down to the ground and lays on her right side; temporarily defeated by the complaints of her strained neck muscles. ]
I know you're there.
[ She calls out to the air around her, voice accented by something vaguely Irish; light and mellifluous, though the volume is slightly off — as if unsure how loudly she's speaking. Narangerel remains perched by her head, and her Carbuncle moves to sit between where its mistress lays and where Cliff is. ]
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Eventually she stops, standing still for a long, silent moment, then crawls down to the ground and lays on her right side; temporarily defeated by the complaints of her strained neck muscles. ]
I know you're there.
[ She calls out to the air around her, voice accented by something vaguely Irish; light and mellifluous, though the volume is slightly off — as if unsure how loudly she's speaking. Narangerel remains perched by her head, and her Carbuncle moves to sit between where its mistress lays and where Cliff is. ]