"Yes! With Syna!" She exclaimed the words, placated in the belief that the strange woman understood the disjointed words and concepts that the Ethaefal tried to share.
She then went on to share strange names. Cyphrus. River-Fall. Why did the river fall? Waterfalls and river falls. In some way, it made sense to connect the idea of a waterfall with the idea in the name of a river fall, but it was still strange to envision. The Ethaefal sucked salt water from her bottom lip, considering the answers provided her that did not satisfy her curiosity.
And then, there was a name that she did recognise, as if she'd dreamt it within the few waking moments she'd had. It reminded her of something, of sights and tastes and smells and endless blue that did not contain a coast. She recognised the name Mizahar more than any other name provided her.
Maybe Syna had told her it before she'd fallen.
Satisfied with that, she tilted her head up to glance swiftly at the bright sun. That could be Syna. It was like Syna. Hard to look at. Hard to imagine.
Finally, she returned her scrutiny to the faces before her, focusing particularly upon the one that had dragged her from the water.
"Who are you?" She whispered the question, quiet if only because she was unsure of who she was herself aside from a piece of sunlight.
She then went on to share strange names. Cyphrus. River-Fall. Why did the river fall? Waterfalls and river falls. In some way, it made sense to connect the idea of a waterfall with the idea in the name of a river fall, but it was still strange to envision. The Ethaefal sucked salt water from her bottom lip, considering the answers provided her that did not satisfy her curiosity.
And then, there was a name that she did recognise, as if she'd dreamt it within the few waking moments she'd had. It reminded her of something, of sights and tastes and smells and endless blue that did not contain a coast. She recognised the name Mizahar more than any other name provided her.
Maybe Syna had told her it before she'd fallen.
Satisfied with that, she tilted her head up to glance swiftly at the bright sun. That could be Syna. It was like Syna. Hard to look at. Hard to imagine.
Finally, she returned her scrutiny to the faces before her, focusing particularly upon the one that had dragged her from the water.
"Who are you?" She whispered the question, quiet if only because she was unsure of who she was herself aside from a piece of sunlight.