Barnaby Brooks Jr. (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
hundredpower) wrote2022-09-13 07:11 pm
hundredpower) wrote2022-09-13 07:11 pm
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Hello, Sophia. I've been meaning to talk to you as well, so now is fine.
How have you been since the incident at the Tree?
How have you been since the incident at the Tree?
Mine too. I can only guess it was a consequence of the sacrifice we made. If I cut it back to its previous length, it simply grows back again...
More than that, I'm sorry if you've been experiencing any of my emotions. Some of the side-effects of having Shards can be intrusive.
[which is a polite way of saying he's also been experiencing hers...! good times all around]
More than that, I'm sorry if you've been experiencing any of my emotions. Some of the side-effects of having Shards can be intrusive.
[which is a polite way of saying he's also been experiencing hers...! good times all around]
It's not your fault, so please don't worry.
[Even now, though, she might feel a faint twinge of embarrassment across their connection when she confirms his suspicions. He's a private person, but there are worse people to share with, he supposes.]
That said, I suppose this must be useful data to you...?
[Even now, though, she might feel a faint twinge of embarrassment across their connection when she confirms his suspicions. He's a private person, but there are worse people to share with, he supposes.]
That said, I suppose this must be useful data to you...?
Yes, of course!
[ In response, he can feel a probably overwhelming sense of enthusiasm. ]
This feeling, like I don't want people to look at me, kind of like... guilt? But it's different... what do you call it?
[ Listen, she has never been embarrassed in her very short life. ]
[ In response, he can feel a probably overwhelming sense of enthusiasm. ]
This feeling, like I don't want people to look at me, kind of like... guilt? But it's different... what do you call it?
[ Listen, she has never been embarrassed in her very short life. ]
Yes, it's a bit different, since guilt implies wrongdoing... Discomfort, I suppose? Embarrassment?
Ordinarily, we're able to exert more control over what we share via communion, so it makes me a bit self-conscious to realise someone has been aware of some of my feelings for a while.
[Which itself is embarrassing to admit, since he prefers to project the image that it's difficult to faze him, but he won't complicate his explanation too much.]
Ordinarily, we're able to exert more control over what we share via communion, so it makes me a bit self-conscious to realise someone has been aware of some of my feelings for a while.
[Which itself is embarrassing to admit, since he prefers to project the image that it's difficult to faze him, but he won't complicate his explanation too much.]
I've never tried braiding my hair before. So far I've kept it in a bun, but it's rather unruly.
[It's the curls... they're a struggle.]
Where would be a good place to meet for you?
[It's the curls... they're a struggle.]
Where would be a good place to meet for you?
Barnaby.
[ the invitation for Communion is one gently extended to Barnaby on Yima's behalf. should he choose to accept, he will feel a pleasant, soothing wash of welcome journey through their bond that is infectious.
Yima is in a good mood. ]
[ the invitation for Communion is one gently extended to Barnaby on Yima's behalf. should he choose to accept, he will feel a pleasant, soothing wash of welcome journey through their bond that is infectious.
Yima is in a good mood. ]
Why don't we meet in the Court at Highstorm? Do you know where that is?
[Barnaby does accept, and in response she'll feel his surprise and concern slip through the connection in turn. It soon settles when he realises she's in a good mood.]
Lady Yima. How can I help you?
Lady Yima. How can I help you?
I was headed to the Yards in Highstorm. And yes, her Shard is with me.
Do you keep it on your person?
[ there is a reason she asks - and, even if Barnaby had laid eyes on it as much as a moment before their Communion, should he check--
he will find Cerys' Shard missing from its place in his safekeeping. to allay his panic-- ]
Please... come to the Tree. She is ready at last.
[ there is a reason she asks - and, even if Barnaby had laid eyes on it as much as a moment before their Communion, should he check--
he will find Cerys' Shard missing from its place in his safekeeping. to allay his panic-- ]
Please... come to the Tree. She is ready at last.
[He does carry it with him all the time, as a Shard attached to a pendant for safekeeping. Automatically he reaches into his jacket for it to find it gone.]
But how did she--? [He has to force himself not to be alarmed. Yima brought her here, after all, so there's no reason to disbelieve what she's saying.] I'll be there as soon as I can.
But how did she--? [He has to force himself not to be alarmed. Yima brought her here, after all, so there's no reason to disbelieve what she's saying.] I'll be there as soon as I can.
Never fear. All is as it should be.
[ this is a natural process, it seems - and with that comfort relayed, Yima is gently dissolving their Communion.
whenever Barnaby is ready, he will find Yima standing before the Tree of Life, hands clasped before her and a soft smile on her face. ]
[ this is a natural process, it seems - and with that comfort relayed, Yima is gently dissolving their Communion.
whenever Barnaby is ready, he will find Yima standing before the Tree of Life, hands clasped before her and a soft smile on her face. ]
[When the Communion ends, Barnaby heads straight over. When he arrives, he looks out of breath, as if he ran at least part of the way, perhaps out of some irrational fear that if he takes too long she'll somehow disappear altogether. He puffs and puts his hands on his knees as he catches his breath.]
Is she-- is she here?
Is she-- is she here?
[ Yima touches his shoulder lightly as he catches his breath, offering some reassurance that the contact provides - before she stretches that hand for him to take. from the serene expression she wears, the joy dancing in her eyes, it seems he has no reason for alarm.
is he excited?
nervous? ]
Come. I will take you to her.
[ and once he places his hand in hers, he will find the roots of the tree beginning to shift, writhe beneath the earth - rise, creating a cavernous entrance in which they may walk. it is surely familiar. ]
She has not yet awakened. I thought you would like to be there for her when she does.
is he excited?
nervous? ]
Come. I will take you to her.
[ and once he places his hand in hers, he will find the roots of the tree beginning to shift, writhe beneath the earth - rise, creating a cavernous entrance in which they may walk. it is surely familiar. ]
She has not yet awakened. I thought you would like to be there for her when she does.
[He's nervous and worried more than anything, and likely will be until he sees her, even with Yima's calming assurances. Nonetheless, he straightens and composes himself to take Yima's hand, then watching cautiously as the roots move to open the way.]
Thank you. But... What about the Dryad? Will that try to bar our path again?
[Perhaps it might be risky to have Yima come along with him, if so.]
Thank you. But... What about the Dryad? Will that try to bar our path again?
[Perhaps it might be risky to have Yima come along with him, if so.]
You are safe with me.
[ she sends him a look that is both confident and composed with no signs of distress, and begins leading him underground. ]
And so too will Cerys be safe. She has made a perilous journey and deserves peace, rest, with someone who cares for her.
[ Yima ducks low beneath some hanging vines, taking him further and further into the depths of the Tree's roots. ]
It is lucky for her that she has such a hero.
[ she sends him a look that is both confident and composed with no signs of distress, and begins leading him underground. ]
And so too will Cerys be safe. She has made a perilous journey and deserves peace, rest, with someone who cares for her.
[ Yima ducks low beneath some hanging vines, taking him further and further into the depths of the Tree's roots. ]
It is lucky for her that she has such a hero.
[Barnaby is still alert as they descend, but he begins to relax as they proceed and it becomes clearer nothing is going to bar their path this time, as she says.]
I haven't been a hero for a long time, it feels like. [Back on Horos, he did what he could, but it ultimately didn't amount to anything -- and his true memories of being a hero have been left in tatters. Still, he smiles at Yima.] But I'll do everything I can to be one for her.
I haven't been a hero for a long time, it feels like. [Back on Horos, he did what he could, but it ultimately didn't amount to anything -- and his true memories of being a hero have been left in tatters. Still, he smiles at Yima.] But I'll do everything I can to be one for her.
There is a heroism that goes beyond saving lives, Barnaby. It is the kind that is much less glamorous, much less public.
[ her words are soft, lilting, as she pulls aside one of the thick vines that lay in their path to a split in the cavern ahead; she gestures for him to travel left. ]
It is one thing to save a life. It is another to nurture it. That you so willingly pick up that mantle despite no bond of blood to her... it speaks greatly of just who you are.
[ her words are soft, lilting, as she pulls aside one of the thick vines that lay in their path to a split in the cavern ahead; she gestures for him to travel left. ]
It is one thing to save a life. It is another to nurture it. That you so willingly pick up that mantle despite no bond of blood to her... it speaks greatly of just who you are.
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