Tawaubast
Kedia
Imbri
Wenyuan
#10 and #11 in the backroom wake from their dreams and cling to one another, terrified of the horrible nightmare they seem to have shared. #12 is shaking; he grasps Amena's hand tightly and exclaims some confused mix of feelings, but quickly follows that with a fierce oath that he will make sure Amena (and the others) are all right.
...#13 just wobbles, his eyes glazing over, and flops limpy onto Junyi's foot.
#14 hangs onto Silver and Mocha, her eyes conveying an uncharacteristic forlornness. It's not the pain of the vision that hurts her... but... where is...?
...And she turns her head, and sees him.
Up the hill comes Tsukiba, carrying a little boy on his back. The latter emits a constant stream of nightmareish thoughts and feelings, shaped like demons and ghosts and sadistic claws, while the former is silent, churning with dark feelings. The painted "Water" on his forehead seems to be dripping... but it's a slightly different color from the character... and it might be someone's blood.
Tsukiba's hand on the cottage door is trembling.
Once inside, he eases the boy onto the ground, and immediately moves to go make some tea. The young Porcelain lies very still there, breathing quietly, those uneasy feelings swirling around him. Then, very slowly, they begin to fade, and he sits up, blinking at his surroundings with an exhausted look.
The painful visions that washed over the Porcelain, if traced carefully, could be followed to the single vision of this boy. He seems only frail and frightened now, but perhaps... this one might be able to See...
...From the traumatized look he has, it would probably be best if he stayed here overnight, anyway.
...#13 just wobbles, his eyes glazing over, and flops limpy onto Junyi's foot.
#14 hangs onto Silver and Mocha, her eyes conveying an uncharacteristic forlornness. It's not the pain of the vision that hurts her... but... where is...?
...And she turns her head, and sees him.
Up the hill comes Tsukiba, carrying a little boy on his back. The latter emits a constant stream of nightmareish thoughts and feelings, shaped like demons and ghosts and sadistic claws, while the former is silent, churning with dark feelings. The painted "Water" on his forehead seems to be dripping... but it's a slightly different color from the character... and it might be someone's blood.
Tsukiba's hand on the cottage door is trembling.
Once inside, he eases the boy onto the ground, and immediately moves to go make some tea. The young Porcelain lies very still there, breathing quietly, those uneasy feelings swirling around him. Then, very slowly, they begin to fade, and he sits up, blinking at his surroundings with an exhausted look.
The painful visions that washed over the Porcelain, if traced carefully, could be followed to the single vision of this boy. He seems only frail and frightened now, but perhaps... this one might be able to See...
...From the traumatized look he has, it would probably be best if he stayed here overnight, anyway.
Caroline Elizabeth
Imbri
Fumei
Wenyuan
Caroline Elizabeth
Imbri
Fumei
Imbri
Wenyuan
Fumei
Wenyuan