[ The first thing she notices is that it's blessedly quiet. It might have been unnerving - Eden didn't "talk" per se, but they were still a constant unforgettable presence in a corner of her mind, as they watched and observed; it really should be unnerving - more likely than not the other will, wills, have shut her out of her body entirely.
But Shiva's song had been deafening only moments ago, blotting out all rational thought and leaving behind only a girl who couldn't even cover her ears. Urianger had told her once, when describing the events of the end of the Dragonsong War, that the power of a Dragon's song was a fearsome thing indeed. And if this was only an echo of a memory, then Ryne could believe it. Believe, and feel more than a little foolish to even think she had a chance to stay in control.
To say the plan had gone badly was an understatement - all she had left was to hope that the Warrior of Light and Darkness would be able to stop her. But here at least - wherever this place was - she could think, and breathe, curled up in the fetal position though she might be.
She can't stay still forever though. Ryne lifts her head, slowly pushing herself to her feet and staring around at the half-familiar surroundings. The Aetherial Sea, the whispered voice of Minfilia's memories tells her. Wether it was the real thing or merely resembled it, she couldn't be sure. It didn't really matter either way. She had to get back, somehow, to do what she could to keep her mistake from becoming a catastrophe. ]
It's always snowing, in this echo of a dream of a memory -
Or at least that's how it feels. Where others see the points of light as stars or meteors, she sees always snowflakes, the glitter of ice crystals casting the light. But snow melts, and eventually, it rejoins the flow.
But not yet. In the distance, someone calls, not knowing, not understanding, what they call for. And something in it resounds in her...
Not because it's her the voice is calling for. Her, her creation, the difference is next to meaningless. But because that was her, once, her mistake and her sin.
Be still, the regret within my heart...
There is no ground to walk upon, but somehow there is an echo, a sound like the crunch of boots through fresh snow, as the woman approaches the girl.
[ The last thing she expected was to find anyone here. And even if she had... she would have expected Minfilia. She's only halfway upright, limbs still too unsteady to move as quickly as she wished. And the sight of the woman in front of her nearly makes her legs give out again. ]
You... You're her. You're Ysayle. I-I'm not sure, I...
[ She'd seen the woman in the Warrior's memories. And likewise had seen her end. The first few words come out automatically, even as her mind works ahead, and comes to its own conclusion. ]
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I mean we can do that too hypothetically but then my brain shoved this in my face so here we are.
But Shiva's song had been deafening only moments ago, blotting out all rational thought and leaving behind only a girl who couldn't even cover her ears. Urianger had told her once, when describing the events of the end of the Dragonsong War, that the power of a Dragon's song was a fearsome thing indeed. And if this was only an echo of a memory, then Ryne could believe it. Believe, and feel more than a little foolish to even think she had a chance to stay in control.
To say the plan had gone badly was an understatement - all she had left was to hope that the Warrior of Light and Darkness would be able to stop her. But here at least - wherever this place was - she could think, and breathe, curled up in the fetal position though she might be.
She can't stay still forever though. Ryne lifts her head, slowly pushing herself to her feet and staring around at the half-familiar surroundings. The Aetherial Sea, the whispered voice of Minfilia's memories tells her. Wether it was the real thing or merely resembled it, she couldn't be sure. It didn't really matter either way. She had to get back, somehow, to do what she could to keep her mistake from becoming a catastrophe. ]
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It's always snowing, in this echo of a dream of a memory -
Or at least that's how it feels. Where others see the points of light as stars or meteors, she sees always snowflakes, the glitter of ice crystals casting the light. But snow melts, and eventually, it rejoins the flow.
But not yet. In the distance, someone calls, not knowing, not understanding, what they call for. And something in it resounds in her...
Not because it's her the voice is calling for. Her, her creation, the difference is next to meaningless. But because that was her, once, her mistake and her sin.
Be still, the regret within my heart...
There is no ground to walk upon, but somehow there is an echo, a sound like the crunch of boots through fresh snow, as the woman approaches the girl.
...and guide me to eternal grace.]
...How have you come to be in this place?
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[ The last thing she expected was to find anyone here. And even if she had... she would have expected Minfilia. She's only halfway upright, limbs still too unsteady to move as quickly as she wished. And the sight of the woman in front of her nearly makes her legs give out again. ]
You... You're her. You're Ysayle. I-I'm not sure, I...
[ She'd seen the woman in the Warrior's memories. And likewise had seen her end. The first few words come out automatically, even as her mind works ahead, and comes to its own conclusion. ]
Oh no. I can't have...
[ She can't have died. Not yet, not now. ]