one ; i never knew me a better time and i guess i never will
[ Eos has its own breed of crocodiles, but none quite this large. It has its own manner of beasts, but none quite this - well. Not quite like this. Having been preparing to speak with the Hydraean, Lunafreya might have been less surprised to find herself facing an enormous, water-based threat, but... not exactly.
This is not Altissia. A dream, then? The Oracle clutches her necklace as she tries to get her bearings, stepping back, heel sinking a bit into the sand. Ahead of her is a monstrous crocodile, one that is standing very still, but which has clearly spotted her. Her heart flutters in her chest, body tingling with survival instinct, with the demand to flee. 'Fight' isn't really an option, not for her. Wherever she is, the Trident is no longer in her hands, and there are no others nearby to step in.
Please... The crescent charm presses sharp into her palm as she squeezes, silently imploring anyone or anything that might be listening. This must be a nightmare; it wouldn't be uncommon for her to have drifted off, or else passed out, so far into the journey. Considering her health-... But, there's something very real about this, the kind of tangible sense of the waking world rather than a vision or anything else. Even knowing that, it's... difficult to say how she might have been in one place and then another in the next moment, feeling entirely disoriented and more lost than in the recent past.
The crocodile still isn't moving, but it also isn't alone. Another massive head rises from the water, rippling menacingly as its cold eyes stick to her form. I cannot fight or outrun them, she thinks, but has never been one to give up hope. There must be a way.
Luckily, there is... ]
three ; can't spend my life in your sheets of silk
[ Luna wakes feeling somehow worse than ever, which is saying something, considering. The Oracle begins to rise but stops in mid-action, hand moving to press to her middle as a wave of nausea wakes with her.
What is this? She knits her brows in confusion as she struggles to her feet, head pounding all the while. It... isn't exactly the normal symptoms, not the difficulties of communing with their gods, but something new.
She sways in place, briefly, but steadies herself against the frame of the door. Be strong, now. This will pass.
Even as she dresses and leaves to walk the streets, though, the sickness only increases. The bright light of the two suns is nearly blinding, and she has to come to a full stop to shield her eyes as the brightness sends stabs of pain through her head. Having symptoms in both her head and stomach is bad enough, but there's also a kind of daze, some strange heaviness, that hangs over her like a cloud.
Suffice to say, this is a new, and entirely unwelcome experience. ]
- I am so sorry, I... must not have seen you. [ She reaches out to the other person with a steadying hand, offering the most apologetic smile that she can muster after having bumped into them. ] Are you all right?
lunafreya | ffxv
[ Eos has its own breed of crocodiles, but none quite this large. It has its own manner of beasts, but none quite this - well. Not quite like this. Having been preparing to speak with the Hydraean, Lunafreya might have been less surprised to find herself facing an enormous, water-based threat, but... not exactly.
This is not Altissia. A dream, then? The Oracle clutches her necklace as she tries to get her bearings, stepping back, heel sinking a bit into the sand. Ahead of her is a monstrous crocodile, one that is standing very still, but which has clearly spotted her. Her heart flutters in her chest, body tingling with survival instinct, with the demand to flee. 'Fight' isn't really an option, not for her. Wherever she is, the Trident is no longer in her hands, and there are no others nearby to step in.
Please... The crescent charm presses sharp into her palm as she squeezes, silently imploring anyone or anything that might be listening. This must be a nightmare; it wouldn't be uncommon for her to have drifted off, or else passed out, so far into the journey. Considering her health-... But, there's something very real about this, the kind of tangible sense of the waking world rather than a vision or anything else. Even knowing that, it's... difficult to say how she might have been in one place and then another in the next moment, feeling entirely disoriented and more lost than in the recent past.
The crocodile still isn't moving, but it also isn't alone. Another massive head rises from the water, rippling menacingly as its cold eyes stick to her form. I cannot fight or outrun them, she thinks, but has never been one to give up hope. There must be a way.
Luckily, there is... ]
three ; can't spend my life in your sheets of silk
[ Luna wakes feeling somehow worse than ever, which is saying something, considering. The Oracle begins to rise but stops in mid-action, hand moving to press to her middle as a wave of nausea wakes with her.
What is this? She knits her brows in confusion as she struggles to her feet, head pounding all the while. It... isn't exactly the normal symptoms, not the difficulties of communing with their gods, but something new.
She sways in place, briefly, but steadies herself against the frame of the door. Be strong, now. This will pass.
Even as she dresses and leaves to walk the streets, though, the sickness only increases. The bright light of the two suns is nearly blinding, and she has to come to a full stop to shield her eyes as the brightness sends stabs of pain through her head. Having symptoms in both her head and stomach is bad enough, but there's also a kind of daze, some strange heaviness, that hangs over her like a cloud.
Suffice to say, this is a new, and entirely unwelcome experience. ]
- I am so sorry, I... must not have seen you. [ She reaches out to the other person with a steadying hand, offering the most apologetic smile that she can muster after having bumped into them. ] Are you all right?
[ Better than Luna, hopefully? ]