She's seen already just how this can go, a human's emotions splintering away at more than the person, her eyes following briefly the way the ground below doesn't just murmur, it groans from the spreading decay, before lifting back onto the man so fixated on her. Soundless words may not be heard, but the higher anxiety is enough, the state of the small closure they inhabit feeling the brunt of his fear.
Ah, but she can't go. She can't leave such a danger out here, can she?
Her body corrects itself, as much as continuing to float mid-air can be considered 'correct', the repositioning of her form slow, lifting upright, then the lower half leaning back as she raises a tiny limb that can be called a hand up to her mouth to make a faux shhhh gesture.
There's a shine to her eyes then, brightening with a softness, before the trails of smoke-like gas that surrounds her pushes down, like a billowing fog coming off from a lake, the chill just as similar. It creeps to crack through his suffocating air, doesn't wait to warn- it comes for him, crawling his way to surround his body, to make those wary eyelids close. No fall will startle him back awake, the gas there to carry him into more than just a temporarily slumber, like hands there to lead him down.
But hush now; it's the words her pose speaks, never changing, her wide smile never leaving. ]
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She's seen already just how this can go, a human's emotions splintering away at more than the person, her eyes following briefly the way the ground below doesn't just murmur, it groans from the spreading decay, before lifting back onto the man so fixated on her. Soundless words may not be heard, but the higher anxiety is enough, the state of the small closure they inhabit feeling the brunt of his fear.
Ah, but she can't go. She can't leave such a danger out here, can she?
Her body corrects itself, as much as continuing to float mid-air can be considered 'correct', the repositioning of her form slow, lifting upright, then the lower half leaning back as she raises a tiny limb that can be called a hand up to her mouth to make a faux shhhh gesture.
There's a shine to her eyes then, brightening with a softness, before the trails of smoke-like gas that surrounds her pushes down, like a billowing fog coming off from a lake, the chill just as similar. It creeps to crack through his suffocating air, doesn't wait to warn- it comes for him, crawling his way to surround his body, to make those wary eyelids close. No fall will startle him back awake, the gas there to carry him into more than just a temporarily slumber, like hands there to lead him down.
But hush now; it's the words her pose speaks, never changing, her wide smile never leaving. ]