the weight of what we owe // open, awakening

[Tena M.]

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Tena Moonspinner —
Tena knew something of... Otherworldly power.  Of containing something within herself that wasn't quite mortal.  Not quite normal.  The petite Demdji never spoke of it out loud, never voiced her thoughts on her mixed-immortal blood.  What sort of father did a Djinn make?  A non-existent one.

Perhaps it was being a Demdji that saved her when... Well.  It was more Lavi than anything.  But she'd thought for sure she'd died.  Was dying.  Should've died.  And it would've been fine with her, if it meant she had bought time for those she'd been protecting.  For Lavi, who'd inexplicably followed her.  But she'd opened her eyes to the safety of home.  Alive.

Her Djinn blood clearly didn't save her from the burns left behind by the flames.  Half her face a mask of burnt skin.  An eye gone pale.  An ear torn.  Usefulness fading.

Lavi would grumble if he saw her heading out the door.  She had to dart out when he wasn't looking.  Not paying close attention.  Knowing full well he'd know in the end.  Stumbling on bandaged legs, sure she'd heard a cry for help though trusting her ears had become... Difficult lately.  Lavi had been expressing concern she might be deaf on the left side.

Her lungs ached as she skidded to a stop, brows creased as her eyes moved over the scene.  Quickly analyzing.  Faltering.  Something felt... Odd.  Different about Playerone.  Charged, like the air before a massive storm.  Familiar, because she felt it in herself sometimes.  Felt it in Ebra.

"Who did this?" Clearly she'd been in a fight.  The culprit could still be close.  Reachable.  Killable.
[align=right]— I tell you this story, save your life, set you free