It was quiet. Porom usually liked quiet. It was calm. Tidy. Proper.
But right now it seemed frighting. Oppressive. She was less fond of it. Every so often she tried to start conversation. She didn't complain, of course, and she didn't mention anything that had anything to do with what she'd witnessed.
Which was, in part, the problem. Compared to what she'd just witnessed anything she said felt inane. Asking how Ursula was doing or whether Ceodore had started his studies seemed like exactly what it was - a distraction - so soon after seeing Ceodore forced to face his father or seeing Minwu's death.
And so, aside from her quiet, forced attempts at conversation, she walked in silence.
"...Baron Castle again." She said almost immediately when the world around them took form. Less because she was trying to be helpful and more because it was an excuse to say anything at all to break the silence.
But despite everything, she couldn't help but smile as she watched.
Again, Minwu saw and heard nothing. After reliving his own death, the wizard seemed morose most of all; unsure, and remarkably withdrawn. It had felt real. It had been painful. But most of all, it had been disturbing. Not the act itself, more like the fact Porom had seen it. More like this place had the power to make him relive it.
Silently he followed the pair, simply nodding his head once at Porom's words. His eyes followed Ceodore- yet he remained silent. Morose. He didn't see a thing other than the lad darting this way and that, crouching, sitting, giggling and squealing.
Upon arrival at the throne room, the reactions from the parents varied. Cecil's was a soft chuckle and a shake of his head. Rosa's eyebrows shot up at the filthy mudball her son appeared to be. Yang and Sheila were none too pleased that their little girl was just as dirty as her friend. Something was up, however, since lectures about cleanliness weren't immediately forthcoming
( ... )
It was a shock to see Ceodore become a child again so briefly only to suddenly grow once more. Porom resisted the urge to laugh, less because she found it funny and more because, compared to what they'd seen before, the vision of lost, happier days was a joy to see.
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But right now it seemed frighting. Oppressive. She was less fond of it. Every so often she tried to start conversation. She didn't complain, of course, and she didn't mention anything that had anything to do with what she'd witnessed.
Which was, in part, the problem. Compared to what she'd just witnessed anything she said felt inane. Asking how Ursula was doing or whether Ceodore had started his studies seemed like exactly what it was - a distraction - so soon after seeing Ceodore forced to face his father or seeing Minwu's death.
And so, aside from her quiet, forced attempts at conversation, she walked in silence.
"...Baron Castle again." She said almost immediately when the world around them took form. Less because she was trying to be helpful and more because it was an excuse to say anything at all to break the silence.
But despite everything, she couldn't help but smile as she watched.
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Silently he followed the pair, simply nodding his head once at Porom's words. His eyes followed Ceodore- yet he remained silent. Morose. He didn't see a thing other than the lad darting this way and that, crouching, sitting, giggling and squealing.
...What was this place?
How did it do this?
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"You are- back now?" She asked, smiling.
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