She'd almost forgotten what it was like to be without a shard, though mayhaps it was for the best--the visceral memories of all that transpired during their stay in Achamoth are going to haunt her enough even without the clarity of her senses that her shard provides. But it does allow her to take in the battlefield in a new way as she clings to Dokja's back, casting glances about them, to the dissipating crowds of Achamite faces, to the numerous Pleroma putting themselves at risk to save them, to Abel and Rand to their side.
It almost feels like a dream--a dream they'd been picturing not long since they arrived. But it's finally coming true. The Nightmare is at an end...
The sound of voices is then overwhelming. It's been a while, remembering what communion feels like. Though it is seemingly a myriad of people speaking all at once, there is never a moment Himeka would mistake Estinien.
Estinien!
She looks around, half expecting a Stardiver to bring him forth to the ground in front of them.
Estinien, we're safe! We're okay. Dokja and Rand and--so many people came for us. Where are you?
Why...do you sound like this? She's excited, of course she is, but it's mixed with apprehension that he will read clear as day.
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It almost feels like a dream--a dream they'd been picturing not long since they arrived. But it's finally coming true. The Nightmare is at an end...
The sound of voices is then overwhelming. It's been a while, remembering what communion feels like. Though it is seemingly a myriad of people speaking all at once, there is never a moment Himeka would mistake Estinien.
Estinien!
She looks around, half expecting a Stardiver to bring him forth to the ground in front of them.
Estinien, we're safe! We're okay. Dokja and Rand and--so many people came for us. Where are you?
Why...do you sound like this? She's excited, of course she is, but it's mixed with apprehension that he will read clear as day.
Are you...safe?