[11/25] Late Sunday Evening, Servant's Quarter's Room 4
It wasn't unusual for Kaname to talk in her sleep. Actually it was more uncommon for her to sleep through the entire night silently than it was for her to be mumbling softly to herself. The words themselves, when actually intelligible, were a weird mish mash of advanced sounding technological terms that likely wouldn't have made much more sense if she were speaking them while awake. There was a lot of untapped potential lying just below her subconscious but even if she'd known how, the seventeen year old girl didn't much care to learn how to harness the Whispered ability she'd been born with. So, it came out when she slept. Unconnected bits and pieces of it strangely juxtaposed with the everyday.
What was unusual about tonight's sleep talk was the emotion behind it. The blue haired girl tossed and turned with a frown on her face, her tone growing less calm and more and more distressed as whatever dream she was having drew on.To an observer, she would have looked almost as if she was fighting something...
[For the soldier boy, should he feel the need to wake her up.]
What was unusual about tonight's sleep talk was the emotion behind it. The blue haired girl tossed and turned with a frown on her face, her tone growing less calm and more and more distressed as whatever dream she was having drew on.To an observer, she would have looked almost as if she was fighting something...
[For the soldier boy, should he feel the need to wake her up.]