Arysana | NPC 1 |64 Spring, 514AV | Thoughts
When Arysana awoke, it was with a gasp and a slow mind, the low ceiling above her head sporting a dozen cobwebs, the smell of dying wildflowers wretched in the air, the smell of dusk rose clinging to the mattress and blankets that were piled high around her. Her mouth was dry and tongue rough, he slight dizzying of the room a tell-tale sign that she’d indulged in half a bottle too much before she’d hit the ground. Her vision shuddered and memory hazed, a chill striking down her spine as her heart leaped and pounded in her chest. ‘Kana.’
“Kana?” The name was coarse through chapped lipped, sad and sick and sorry. “Kana,” she was louder, then, stronger and clearer, every nerve in her body sparked suddenly alive and writhing with agony. A noise came from the next room, a stumble and a sharp grunt of agony, the sound of the door to the room next door unlatching before that of Kana’s swung open. “Ary, you ‘right?” It was Kade, of course it was Kade. That was his room before he left for the shinya – right next to his twins. There was pain in his expression, a bitter twist to the form of his lips, a sharp rigidness to his form, and a dull, puffed look to his crystal blue eyes that told all that needed about his recent sleeping patterns.
“Is that really a question?”
The words slipped of her tongue like poison, the red of the reimancer’s own eyes, and the royal flush of her cheeks rivalling the blaze of her hair, her gaze hooded as she shot her much-taller-little-brother a look so dire one would think it could kill. “Are you, ‘alright’? Is anyone, ‘alright’? Is Kana, alright?” Sana could see his jaw set and lock, and her back straightened as felt herself fall under his scrutiny.
‘In, out. In, out. In, out.’
Her soft mantra came more so as a command, her fists clenching so tight her knuckles whitened. “You know I can’t answer that,” there was a lilt of condescend in his tone, and he pressed his lips before straightening his back. “She’s no idiot,” Arysana let her gaze fall over her little brother, taking in his face and form, the way he stood and how he carried himself. The tells of a shinya were all over him – straight faced and perfectly held form, words that were weighed before they were spoken… he was treated her like he would a citizen in hysterics, and it pissed her off. "She'll be fine."
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