[As fast as it had come, the voice is gone, swept out into the winds, and the only response that he gets is Garuda's malevolent cackling...
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And the sound of her claw rushing forward to grab his arm when he reaches out to her, and she lunges forward and snaps her fangs at him, and though she doesn't bite, she comes as close as she can without doing so before pulling back in mocking laughter.
But while the voice may be gone... Kaveh will feel a small prick in the back of his mind. A tickle of something sharp, but warm... Like a consciousness reaching out from one person to another in a silent plea. He will see an image then—it's of himself, from another person's point of view, and for the brief moment that it lasts, he will smell not the scent of destruction, but of fresh flowers.
He will feel it all, too.
" ...The Light of the Kshahrewar."
She snorts under her breath the moment that he says it.
But beneath the somewhat mocking laugh, there is not a whiff of it to actually be found. Cidolfus always brings back the strange ones.
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"What do you think?" he asks.
They stand before a field of flowers, that gaze moving from him outward. The sun is bright—perhaps a little too bright for her tastes—but it is warm, and the breeze that brushes over them both brings with it a small spark of joy. She's careful about letting them light up too much lest it burn too bright and send her crashing and burning, but it's there.
That gaze moves back to him, and there's a note of how brightly his blond hair shines in the sun. Gods, this man is far too bright for her—
"Which, the location, or the name?"
It's a nostalgic feeling—one that will wash over Kaveh before it and the image disappears, shattered by the sound of Garuda cackling in his ear.]
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And the sound of her claw rushing forward to grab his arm when he reaches out to her, and she lunges forward and snaps her fangs at him, and though she doesn't bite, she comes as close as she can without doing so before pulling back in mocking laughter.
But while the voice may be gone... Kaveh will feel a small prick in the back of his mind. A tickle of something sharp, but warm... Like a consciousness reaching out from one person to another in a silent plea. He will see an image then—it's of himself, from another person's point of view, and for the brief moment that it lasts, he will smell not the scent of destruction, but of fresh flowers.
He will feel it all, too.
It's a nostalgic feeling—one that will wash over Kaveh before it and the image disappears, shattered by the sound of Garuda cackling in his ear.]