[Lilac and lavender plants carpet the ground. Purple leaves rustle in the breeze while amethyst buds blossom and bloom. Occupying the center of the room, an ethereal tree whose vines have twisted and intertwined, fashioning an elven pattern around its trunk. The humming of its boughs, the whispering of its branches.
The murmuring of voices, the constant drone of equipment. The feeling of home entangles emotions and mood, the refuge of his hospital.
Crane closes his eyes and - for once - finds peace in sharing his thoughts. Acrimony. Animosity. Animus, anger, his annoyance of others. He searches within for malice and more. For rage, for resentment, his revulsion.
The experience is too intense and profound to notice he is the center of attention.
He barely hears what people are saying. Past voices punish his conduct and discipline his manners - but what had he broken free from if not the standards of others? There is a significant pause before he finds his words.]
The Listening Tree (Open)
The murmuring of voices, the constant drone of equipment. The feeling of home entangles emotions and mood, the refuge of his hospital.
Crane closes his eyes and - for once - finds peace in sharing his thoughts. Acrimony. Animosity. Animus, anger, his annoyance of others. He searches within for malice and more. For rage, for resentment, his revulsion.
The experience is too intense and profound to notice he is the center of attention.
He barely hears what people are saying. Past voices punish his conduct and discipline his manners - but what had he broken free from if not the standards of others? There is a significant pause before he finds his words.]
Ah, I missed that. Say it again?