[The relief that comes, with hearing Neuvillette--not just his voice, but his voice responding to her own, meaning he was real and there with her...it is more than relief; equally, it is short-lived.
There's something unsettling about this place that Furina has found herself in. It's all the more unsettling that it's as wet as it is with her Iudex before her, and not a tear in sight. And also...
When you have known someone for what amounts to the entirety of their life, you know them. Neuvillette is the person Furina is closest to in all of existence; she's fairly certain, at this point, that she is the same for him. Still, even with that closeness, there is an unbreakable distance that has remained between them for centuries--a distance that means Neuvillette calling her by Furina without a Lady preceding it strikes her as...deeply odd. It itches, in the same way this entire situation does.
But even with that itch, she can't long fight the resurgence of that bone deep relief as his next words just reassure her, once again, that this is Neuvillette.
Why, my dear Iudex, to sound so concerned! But of course I am unharmed! How do you suppose that the Hydro Archon would find herself in peril here?
[The act comes as it always does: easily enough. It's a fight to hide the trill of terror under bravado, though. Because this is, assumedly, a place and situation that the Hydro Archon should be able to find her way out of--unless...
Furina takes just a second to pull that thread until it unravels into something worth the effort. She's more well-read on the element of Hydro than she imagines even the true Focalors is, at this point--she remembers studies and papers written up after a disastrous desert expedition, where the researchers involved had turned to the Hydro slimes they were studying as a water source when a sandstorm had diverted their route, leading their supplies to dry out before making it out of the sands.
They'd died, of course, or fallen deathly ill; the ones who had pulled through had been possessed of Hydro Visions of their own, and thus had some resistance to the element.
Because Hydro slimes--and Hydro itself--was not simply water; rather, it was a primal elemental force that was found most readily in water. There is a reason that Hydro Vision users are, in truth, no greater at surviving without water than your average human; the waters they can summon are too infused with Hydro to be safe.]
Perhaps, though, you are right to be concerned...the water here doesn't feel normal, don't you agree?
[It's a guess, true--Furina can no more sense the water or the amount of Hydro contained within it than she can fly--but it's an educated one, one she feels fairly confident in. The sort of guesswork born of intuition and knowledge that makes her such a cutthroat prosecutor when she's found a scent to hound in the most difficult trials.]
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There's something unsettling about this place that Furina has found herself in. It's all the more unsettling that it's as wet as it is with her Iudex before her, and not a tear in sight. And also...
When you have known someone for what amounts to the entirety of their life, you know them. Neuvillette is the person Furina is closest to in all of existence; she's fairly certain, at this point, that she is the same for him. Still, even with that closeness, there is an unbreakable distance that has remained between them for centuries--a distance that means Neuvillette calling her by Furina without a Lady preceding it strikes her as...deeply odd. It itches, in the same way this entire situation does.
But even with that itch, she can't long fight the resurgence of that bone deep relief as his next words just reassure her, once again, that this is Neuvillette.
Why, my dear Iudex, to sound so concerned! But of course I am unharmed! How do you suppose that the Hydro Archon would find herself in peril here?
[The act comes as it always does: easily enough. It's a fight to hide the trill of terror under bravado, though. Because this is, assumedly, a place and situation that the Hydro Archon should be able to find her way out of--unless...
Furina takes just a second to pull that thread until it unravels into something worth the effort. She's more well-read on the element of Hydro than she imagines even the true Focalors is, at this point--she remembers studies and papers written up after a disastrous desert expedition, where the researchers involved had turned to the Hydro slimes they were studying as a water source when a sandstorm had diverted their route, leading their supplies to dry out before making it out of the sands.
They'd died, of course, or fallen deathly ill; the ones who had pulled through had been possessed of Hydro Visions of their own, and thus had some resistance to the element.
Because Hydro slimes--and Hydro itself--was not simply water; rather, it was a primal elemental force that was found most readily in water. There is a reason that Hydro Vision users are, in truth, no greater at surviving without water than your average human; the waters they can summon are too infused with Hydro to be safe.]
Perhaps, though, you are right to be concerned...the water here doesn't feel normal, don't you agree?
[It's a guess, true--Furina can no more sense the water or the amount of Hydro contained within it than she can fly--but it's an educated one, one she feels fairly confident in. The sort of guesswork born of intuition and knowledge that makes her such a cutthroat prosecutor when she's found a scent to hound in the most difficult trials.]
Neuvillette? Have you nought to say, my Iudex?