[ It's slow going, but she can sense the movement around her. The little lights of the spriggans are no longer quivering in uncertainty, but something warm and alive. There's trust in that and she has to wonder if that's what Y'shtola sees in the fondness of aether from her companions. How easy it would be to lose yourself in that...
She hears Rocket, realizing he's kept pace by her side. If she could breath normally, she's sure she would sound exhausted, but she wants to see this through. His words take longer than usual to translate--she doesn't have horns to echo sound like normal, but they do reach her understanding eventually.
She's surprised to hear that walking and talking trees are just, you know, something he is used to? She's seen the walking ones in the Shroud, but talking? Her long tendrils of flowers shake in that shock--oh, a friend, even? One branch waves slowly like a hand for him to tell more. ]
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She hears Rocket, realizing he's kept pace by her side. If she could breath normally, she's sure she would sound exhausted, but she wants to see this through. His words take longer than usual to translate--she doesn't have horns to echo sound like normal, but they do reach her understanding eventually.
She's surprised to hear that walking and talking trees are just, you know, something he is used to? She's seen the walking ones in the Shroud, but talking? Her long tendrils of flowers shake in that shock--oh, a friend, even? One branch waves slowly like a hand for him to tell more. ]