[after being guided through these facets like some sort of zombie, Cecelia is set before some kind of fairy tale balcony.
and when prompted for words, she has, again, another small, strangled sound as a reply that can barely make its way out of her.
this is far, far too much. he's still hobbling around with a cane, and this is what he can make? without any other reason beyond the fact he can, because she's certainly not warranted it, especially not of late.
if he so much as pokes her too hard she's liable to crumble to dust.
like she were breaking into a store filled end-to-end with ceramic, Cecelia moves of her own accord and lets her fingers eventually graze the rail just enough for feeling, but barely much more, lest it, too, crumble.
it's too much.]
V...Vana... [she gulps and sucks in a fast little breath.] It's beautiful.
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and when prompted for words, she has, again, another small, strangled sound as a reply that can barely make its way out of her.
this is far, far too much. he's still hobbling around with a cane, and this is what he can make? without any other reason beyond the fact he can, because she's certainly not warranted it, especially not of late.
if he so much as pokes her too hard she's liable to crumble to dust.
like she were breaking into a store filled end-to-end with ceramic, Cecelia moves of her own accord and lets her fingers eventually graze the rail just enough for feeling, but barely much more, lest it, too, crumble.
it's too much.]
V...Vana... [she gulps and sucks in a fast little breath.] It's beautiful.