'May your evening be safe', indeed, Amanita scoffed to herself.
It was her own voice, when she was alone, because who else's could it be? She wasn't imprinting an idea into another's mind for their brain to decide the voice of. The same went for her other 'sounds.' Even as her ears registered that there was nothing, and had been nothing for more years than she cared to remember, she heard them all the same.
Her way of coping with the loss, she supposed. Made her feel less... gone. Especially when she masked herself, as she'd done shortly after leaving Enri at the warehouses. As she'd maintained the entire time since.
From below, even through her field of quiet, Amanita heard the steady hammer-falls of forge-work. Watched the smoke and heat and sparks escape from the chimney into the darkening, then darkened sky. She'd watched Vera enter the unassuming workshop, then the unpleasant man and his awful moose-bear came sniffing not long after.
Watched their exchange at the door, and how they'd forced their way in. Heard snatches of displeased tone and felt waves of emotion from the ones she'd previously synced with. Then the fighting started in earnest.
When she'd heard the first blows - the first confirmed blows - Amanita felt she should assist somehow. But what use would it be to cram one more Revenant into that confined space? So instead, she waited here. Listened to the fighting.
And watched, ready to swoop in whenever the fighting inevitably spilled outside. Ready to follow if they ran, and pick off whichever offender could be dropped first.
It was her own voice, when she was alone, because who else's could it be? She wasn't imprinting an idea into another's mind for their brain to decide the voice of. The same went for her other 'sounds.' Even as her ears registered that there was nothing, and had been nothing for more years than she cared to remember, she heard them all the same.
Her way of coping with the loss, she supposed. Made her feel less... gone. Especially when she masked herself, as she'd done shortly after leaving Enri at the warehouses. As she'd maintained the entire time since.
From below, even through her field of quiet, Amanita heard the steady hammer-falls of forge-work. Watched the smoke and heat and sparks escape from the chimney into the darkening, then darkened sky. She'd watched Vera enter the unassuming workshop, then the unpleasant man and his awful moose-bear came sniffing not long after.
Watched their exchange at the door, and how they'd forced their way in. Heard snatches of displeased tone and felt waves of emotion from the ones she'd previously synced with. Then the fighting started in earnest.
When she'd heard the first blows - the first confirmed blows - Amanita felt she should assist somehow. But what use would it be to cram one more Revenant into that confined space? So instead, she waited here. Listened to the fighting.
And watched, ready to swoop in whenever the fighting inevitably spilled outside. Ready to follow if they ran, and pick off whichever offender could be dropped first.
The bright flash stole her vision for a time - having gone from full night to light pouring from every crevice of the building below, took its toll.
She could still hear, though, and after what sounded like bumbling around and knocking things over, the bear finally roared in pain.
Equal parts pride and concern swelled within her chest for her allies. Her own glow pulsed faster and brighter. Felt like mulberries with her siblings in their good Sunday clothes.
Good. We'll see shortly if they can keep it up. She mused.
Her vision still swam with blurred shadows, but she prepared to pounce. Amanita tensed, body poised like a compressed spring. For now, perfectly still.
Come, now. Claws dug into the brick. Come out and flee.
She could still hear, though, and after what sounded like bumbling around and knocking things over, the bear finally roared in pain.
Equal parts pride and concern swelled within her chest for her allies. Her own glow pulsed faster and brighter. Felt like mulberries with her siblings in their good Sunday clothes.
Good. We'll see shortly if they can keep it up. She mused.
Her vision still swam with blurred shadows, but she prepared to pounce. Amanita tensed, body poised like a compressed spring. For now, perfectly still.
Come, now. Claws dug into the brick. Come out and flee.
They burst out from the workshop before her eyes were completely adjusted but at least her vision no longer blurred. The bear Revenant and his partner seemed focused, making good on their escape.
Perfect, Amanita grinned.
Still masking her presence, she leapt down to follow them, invisible before her toes hit the ground.
To be continued in: Bear Trap.
Perfect, Amanita grinned.
Still masking her presence, she leapt down to follow them, invisible before her toes hit the ground.
To be continued in: Bear Trap.
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