I don't recognize anything here either, not even the plants. What's...what's Fontaine like? I've never heard of it.
[Her curiosity is muted, from fear and the chill, but his comment strikes her as funny in a way that would have made her friends sob. So her laughter is weak and not without a hint of old wounds and sorrows, breathless as she wipes her soaked hair out of her eyes, shivering uncontrollably. How had she forgotten what it felt like, to be so cold?]
I've had worse! I'll be alright.
[Her teammates would have scolded her if they'd heard her say that. Shaking hands reached for vines to steady herself as the ground pitches underneath her, and there's a shift like something waking at her touch from a long sleep to listen, the flora noticing her as she hangs on.
Please. Please help me.
The wind and water too, seem to bow to that silent request, but only a little. Enough so that the air around them seems less chill, the plants holding beneath her feet and questing fingers to give her steadier foot and handholds.
But the water heals where it touches.
Warm and gentle like a soak after a long day. Refreshing the body and heart. There'd been hardly any power in the plea, but her limbs are growing steadier and the color seems to be returning to her skin between the flashes of lightning.]
Are you okay? Is it alright if I come closer? I don't mind being wet but this is a lot.
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[Her curiosity is muted, from fear and the chill, but his comment strikes her as funny in a way that would have made her friends sob. So her laughter is weak and not without a hint of old wounds and sorrows, breathless as she wipes her soaked hair out of her eyes, shivering uncontrollably. How had she forgotten what it felt like, to be so cold?]
I've had worse! I'll be alright.
[Her teammates would have scolded her if they'd heard her say that. Shaking hands reached for vines to steady herself as the ground pitches underneath her, and there's a shift like something waking at her touch from a long sleep to listen, the flora noticing her as she hangs on.
Please. Please help me.
The wind and water too, seem to bow to that silent request, but only a little. Enough so that the air around them seems less chill, the plants holding beneath her feet and questing fingers to give her steadier foot and handholds.
But the water heals where it touches.
Warm and gentle like a soak after a long day. Refreshing the body and heart. There'd been hardly any power in the plea, but her limbs are growing steadier and the color seems to be returning to her skin between the flashes of lightning.]
Are you okay? Is it alright if I come closer? I don't mind being wet but this is a lot.