Apr 04 2018, 10:27 AM
Giggle felt the rage bleeding away, the terror threatening to take hold, to drive her back into madness. For now this spiked her fury higher, a panicked edge to it, the knowledge lying just behind her in the dark: if she fell to fear, she would not recover, not again.
The image of Canis gripped her, and she wondered if it was only what Omen might return to--or if she herself would again go home.
Could she... try to sense the world outside this place? Could she break herself free? With a chittering growl she tried to sense for fungal life--anything outside herself. She closed her dark eyes and pressed her magicka into the darkness, trying to orient herself. What was the magick telling her? To find her way back to Canis on her own? The last time she'd been in the void, it had been from Canis, so she didn't see how that would help. Could Omen aid? Did it simply mean the bird?
Giggle thought all of this in a fragmented, frantic, half-incoherent way. Her mind raced through the options rapidly, half-discarding most even as she thought them up.
"Come, cat!" she snarled again, this time with a hysterical edge to her enraged voice. "Or are you afraid?!"
Sister-daughter, where are you?
ROLL THE BONES