01-04-2020, 05:31 PM
[font=trebuchet ms]Rin wasn't sure what to think of Nemhain, sometimes.
Well, on the surface, assessing Nemhain was easy. She was a valuable asset, having proven considerable prowess in combat against the Ferryman. She was also loyal, and seemed to care about the other Elysites as much as Rin did. If evaluated like she was just another Elysite, she was excellent in all regards, at least as far as Rin could see from the brief time since her awakening.
However, Rin still wasn't sure what to make of their bond- of the fact that Nemhain had apparently emerged out of her inner self. It didn't make much sense for a formal, confident, and level-headed individual to manifest from a deeply-conflicted mess of a soul. Furthermore, should she regard Nemhain as a separate person, or as another side of herself? The former seemed more reasonable given their differences, and certainly would work out better for Nemhain than the latter, but...
Well, she could work out the semantics behind it over time. If the persona was on their side, Rin saw no reason to change that.
Rin had been scrubbing the blood stains out of her floor- it only occurred to her now that despite being made of mist, the snake had bled like an organic being- when she felt a chill crawling up her spine. Blinking, she glanced at the door, confirming that it was closed. Had she heard something and failed to consciously register it? Shaking her head, she returned to her task.
A dull thud echoed outside, and she lifted her head. Was that what she'd heard? She ought to investigate, then. Setting aside the sponge, she walked over to the doorway and opened the door, then peered out. Nemhain was there, walking around- that must have been it.
Returning to the bucket of water, she began scrubbing at the floor again, noting with some displeasure that the stains didn't appear to be growing any lighter. Perhaps this was as good as she would get, the floor permanently marked with an extended, faded splotch. That would make a story to tell to passersby, at least.
When Nemhain's call for a meet-and-greet reached Rin's ears, she shrugged and put the sponge in the bucket of water, then walked outside. She might as well attend, considering she was the Magna, and this was her persona. Sure, Rin wasn't especially popular right now, but the Elysites wouldn't impose any judgment on Nemhain because of her- they knew better than that.
As she approached, Rin thought for a moment. She never knew what to ask at these things even in normal situations, and this wasn't quite normal. Part of her wanted to ask exactly how long Nemhain had been watching, since Nemhain had said she wouldn't believe it, but that was a rather heavy subject to breach in public. Maybe she'd ask later, in private. Finally, she asked, "...Is there a maximum distance we can be apart from each other before one or both of us suffers ill effects, or no?" Practical questions were probably best for now.
Well, on the surface, assessing Nemhain was easy. She was a valuable asset, having proven considerable prowess in combat against the Ferryman. She was also loyal, and seemed to care about the other Elysites as much as Rin did. If evaluated like she was just another Elysite, she was excellent in all regards, at least as far as Rin could see from the brief time since her awakening.
However, Rin still wasn't sure what to make of their bond- of the fact that Nemhain had apparently emerged out of her inner self. It didn't make much sense for a formal, confident, and level-headed individual to manifest from a deeply-conflicted mess of a soul. Furthermore, should she regard Nemhain as a separate person, or as another side of herself? The former seemed more reasonable given their differences, and certainly would work out better for Nemhain than the latter, but...
Well, she could work out the semantics behind it over time. If the persona was on their side, Rin saw no reason to change that.
Rin had been scrubbing the blood stains out of her floor- it only occurred to her now that despite being made of mist, the snake had bled like an organic being- when she felt a chill crawling up her spine. Blinking, she glanced at the door, confirming that it was closed. Had she heard something and failed to consciously register it? Shaking her head, she returned to her task.
A dull thud echoed outside, and she lifted her head. Was that what she'd heard? She ought to investigate, then. Setting aside the sponge, she walked over to the doorway and opened the door, then peered out. Nemhain was there, walking around- that must have been it.
Returning to the bucket of water, she began scrubbing at the floor again, noting with some displeasure that the stains didn't appear to be growing any lighter. Perhaps this was as good as she would get, the floor permanently marked with an extended, faded splotch. That would make a story to tell to passersby, at least.
When Nemhain's call for a meet-and-greet reached Rin's ears, she shrugged and put the sponge in the bucket of water, then walked outside. She might as well attend, considering she was the Magna, and this was her persona. Sure, Rin wasn't especially popular right now, but the Elysites wouldn't impose any judgment on Nemhain because of her- they knew better than that.
As she approached, Rin thought for a moment. She never knew what to ask at these things even in normal situations, and this wasn't quite normal. Part of her wanted to ask exactly how long Nemhain had been watching, since Nemhain had said she wouldn't believe it, but that was a rather heavy subject to breach in public. Maybe she'd ask later, in private. Finally, she asked, "...Is there a maximum distance we can be apart from each other before one or both of us suffers ill effects, or no?" Practical questions were probably best for now.
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