(Damn…)
Sam: She gasps. She summons the only person that she knows that could possibly help. Unfortunately, it was Wren.
Wren: Looks down for a moment, then kneels. His form starts to glow and he vanishes. He had sacrificed himself to save this person he knew nothing about.
(Yeah. This is my reality, evil chuckle)
(And, apparently Sam forgot about Nwalan. Possibly would’ve spared Wren, uncertain shrug)
De Tearion: His breathing steadies and his limbs still, but he still doesn’t wake up.
Mileena: Has started crying. Nwalan. Nwalan, where are you?
Nwalan: Abruptly appears, as if answering Mileena’s call, and yelps in terror. He kneels next to De Tearion and waves his hands, conjuring what appeared to be a small orb made of black thread. He scrutinized it a moment, then shifted a few of the threads, watching De Tearion closely.
De Tearion: Gasps awake and lunges at Nwalan. His eyes are white, and his hands goes through Nwalan. He pauses, fully awakening, then retracts his hand, noting his ethereal nature. He morphs, the white melting away to reveal his natural, colored appearance, though his left eye is now silver instead of blue. He looks at Nwalan, confused and wary.
Nwalan: Dismisses the orb, sighing in relief. You nearly died after becoming a white-eyed albino. However, I moved that appearance to your Mist Form, which you can still change at your leisure. Your true form be back to its original black-blooded nature, with little risk of changing again.
De Tearion: Stares at Nwalan a moment, then lies down, breathing deeply and looking upward in a daze.
(Lmao!)
(Maybe, but when a Changeling starts fading, it starts fading everywhere. Although, this Wren dying doesn't effect any other Wrens.)
Sam: Saddened by Wren's needless sacrifice. Why did I not think of you?
(Shrug. Either way. And yeah, makes sense, lol)
Nwalan: Turns to Sam. This Wren creature did not die needlessly. Ehumar would have perished without his assistance. Wren’s help stabilized him enough to put him into a coma, instead of death.
De Tearion: Still in a daze, but listening. He glances over, confused.
Mileena: Watching, speechless and having difficulty processing everything that just happened.
Kierthēl: Points at Nwalan. Vanisher! Starts laughing.
Sam: Still sad. Okay, okay… She grins at Kierthēl's word. Yes, he is a Vanisher.
De Tearion: Overhears Kierthēl and chuckles.
Mileena: Laughs at Kierthēl’s word. She then looks at Sam, smiling, and hoping to cheer her up. ‘Vanisher’ was the first word Kierthēl ever said. And he always says it with the same dramatic tone.
Nwalan: Snickers, talks in a goofy tone. He loves me.
Sam: Laughs as well. That is particularly amazing.
Mileena: It really is. I never thought ‘Vanisher’ would be anywhere near his first words. Chuckles.
Kierthēl: Looks around curiously, aware that he’s being talked about.
De Tearion: Chuckles some more.
Sam: Still chuckling. What else has he learned?
Mileena: He actually knows a small variety of words, and knows the basics of sentences. He just seems to pick it up as he goes. And, right now, his current obsession is hair. He’ll spend hours studying or playing with my or Tearion’s hair. Giggles.
Nwalan: Snickers. The mind of a Goliathan.
Sam: Grins widely That is amazing to me…
Danielle: Finally follows after Nwalan.
Mileena: Smiles. Isn’t it?
Nwalan: Turns at Danielle’s arrival. I apologize for disappearing. I had to assist dear Ehumar here. Indicates De Tearion.
De Tearion: Begins to slowly sit up.
Danielle: Nods Albino transformations are oft deadly. I had forgotten about that, as it is not a regular occurence.
Sam: Nods to Mileena It truly is. Turns to Danielle Ah…
(Lmao, that's interesting. My character dynamics are mostly chaotic duos or things like that.)
Mileena: Smiles at Sam, then switches her attention between the conversation and Kierthēl.
Nwalan: Turns to Danielle. Simply being albino be a death sentence for most Goliathans, whether culturally or physically. Goliathans are made not to sustain themselves as albinos, particularly white-eyed.
De Tearion: Leaning back against the tree, still somewhat dazed. He sighs.
(Lol. I think I’ve got a variety, honestly unsure. Half the time I’m not even really paying attention to it unless it’s stated in the story [like with De Tearion and Nwalan], lmao!)
Sam: Pushes those thoughts away. Enough of death.
Danielle: Nods Indeed. Looks to Nwalan. That is- similar- to mine races customs. Or rather, what they used to be.
(Fair enough, lmao!)
Nwalan: Nods at both of them, then kneels down next to De Tearion, watching him like a concerned little kid.
De Tearion: Notices Nwalan, then speaks in a quiet voice. I am well, Nwalan. Merely tired.
Nwalan: A bit concerned.
De Tearion: Exhausted from recent events, he clarified.
Nwalan: Nods, relieved.
Kierthēl: Gets up and moves over to De Tearion, leaning against his side and grabbing his hand.
De Tearion: Looks down at Kierthēl, chuckling. He then morphs his hand so Kierthēl had something to amuse himself with. He watched Kierthēl for a minute, clearly fighting a doze.
Mileena: Smiles at the sight.
Sam: Watches with a glitter of laughter in her eyes as Kierthēl messes with De Tearion's hand.
Danielle: Her focus was mainly Nwalan. She wasn't entirely sure why. The Vanisher just moved so gracefully and quickly that it was hypnotic.
(Sly grin. Do I see something brewing here?)
De Tearion: Notices Sam and gives her a drowsy smile. Kierthēl has been fascinated by my claws since his birth. I doubt not that he will always be fascinated by them. Looks back at Kierthēl, starting to doze off.
Mileena: Watches, continuing to smile.
Nwalan: Watches De Tearion and Kierthēl, smiling lightly. He feels Danielle’s gaze and glances over at her. He seems unsure how to react, then turns back to De Tearion.
(Grins back Maybe…)
Sam: Smiles back at De Tearion. Indeed…
Danielle: Turns a pinkish color when Nwalan glances over, and quickly looks away, embarrased.
(Continues grinning)
De Tearion: Chuckles, then closes his eyes, leaning back a bit more against the tree. He quickly falls asleep.
Kierthēl: Notices De Tearion fall asleep and leans a bit more on him, still fiddling with his claws.
Nwalan: Sits back, his smile widening as De Tearion falls asleep. He chuckles at Kierthēl, then glances back at Danielle, noticing her appearance. He turns away, seeming mildly confused, but he’s clearly pondering something.
Sam: Watches De Tearion fall asleep, then turns to Danielle to find that she'd turned an unsual shade for her. She grins broadly, then walks a distance away, going over to a tree and appearing to strike a conversation with it.
Danielle: Out of the corner of her eye, she notes Nwalan's confusion and pondering.
Mileena: Notices Sam smiling, then looks at Danielle. She gets up and moves to De Tearion, curling up next to him, Kierthēl between them. She watches Kierthēl, every now and then tickling him, though she makes sure not to wake De Tearion.
Nwalan: Notices everything, then looks at Danielle inquisitively. He then teleports, appearing next to Danielle, his golden eyes gentle. He speaks quietly to avoid disturbing De Tearion. Shall we go for a walk since Ehumar rests?
Danielle: Jumps slightly, then smiles. Yes. She gets up, then waits for Nwalan.
Nwalan: Smiles lightly, then heads away, wandering deeper into the park. He repeatedly glances at her, seeming to study her with a fascinated gleam in his eyes.
(New page!)
Danielle: Follows Nwalan. I have a hard time focusing mine gaze on you, and I am not sure if that has anything to do with your mutable and slightly disconcerting essence, or if it merely has to do with me.