Giggle winced, slightly. The rest of it aside, the imagery of Vinnie had been... graphic, yes. She hadn't expected that, of all things. But the rest, after a brief moment's mulling, confused her. There was a swathe of emotions, yes; Opal was torn, and deeply emotionally troubled--perhaps even anguished.
But for a moment-... For a moment, there had been
others. There still were, she realized. Her brow drew down in confusion and concentration both, and she struggled to keep the link alive. She started to simply blurt 'why do you have voices in your head,' and realized that'd alert him to her ability.
May as well play up the mystic shit, she thought. When she was younger, she'd often put a showy flair to her fortune-telling, with flamboyant body language and mildly ridiculous language. She was out of practice, but it seemed to suit the situation.
Though her caution and alarm both showed in her voice, she put on a showy overtone, overdramatic, as if she might swoon with some insane, otherworldly power any moment. Those who knew her well would probably wonder what the hell she'd plucked out of her garden and eaten that day.
"I see-!" she cried;
"I see many, in the one." She realized how absolutely ridiculous she sounded, but she was studying Opal, hoping his thoughts might--in a panic, or the like--flash to what the
hell had caused this. Or maybe the other voices would clamor up, and she could identify them; she'd never seen anything like this, before.
The ragged hyena staggered a pace forward, swaying theatrically. Her voice grew louder.
"Why do you carry the voices of others-! You are troubled--yes--you feel for us..." Going a little fuckin' ham there, Giggs, tone it down-- "-But you are not alone?! Deaths lie on your conscience! In your memory! Blood and feathers lie around you--I see them--is it ghosts that haunt you?" The embellishment was, really, way overboard, and she knew it.
She threw a brief, sidelong (if still somewhat crazed-looking) glance at Aure, wondering if he'd catch on that something was up. Or rather--of course he would, she was
stating it; but would he know that this was an act?
Would anything useful even come of it?
It had better, she thought grimly,
because I feel fucking stupid right now.
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