[ She expects him to agree, at this point knowing how amicable is towards her conversation and suggestions, and moreover who wouldn't want to just relax a while and fish? She takes a seat nearby, undeterred by any dampness. While he sets up his line, she starts taking out the array of snacks that she brought.
That is, until her vision starts to blur as a jolt of pain shoots up the back of her neck and into her skull.
She knows this feeling. Intimately. It's vertigo as she tries to look out, the vision of the shoreline spinning as suddenly she's no longer looking at the waters outside of Solvunn, but a place she doesn't recognize.
But Amos does. She can feel it--that somber recollection as she watches a boy that is familiar, even if she hasn't seen him this young before, bruised and bloodied. The voice of the woman beside him almost feels distant, but understanding. There's concealed hurt from the young Amos--Timothy?--and equal parts guilt from the woman--Lydia?--the name rings in her head even though it hadn't been voiced.
There's a fight here that is beyond the signs writ on his face, beneath the broken skin and the tears he holds onto. The way she takes his hand but somehow doesn't sound as if she's worthy of it. Two people struggling by the water's edge.
Himeka grips her temples and closes her eyes as a wave of nausea washes over her. She inhales sharply with a hiss, then the sensation ebbs like the tide. ]
Shite...
[ The bread rolls she'd been taking out sit her lap, though one has rolled off onto the rocks, now sprinkled with dirt and sand. ]
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That is, until her vision starts to blur as a jolt of pain shoots up the back of her neck and into her skull.
She knows this feeling. Intimately. It's vertigo as she tries to look out, the vision of the shoreline spinning as suddenly she's no longer looking at the waters outside of Solvunn, but a place she doesn't recognize.
But Amos does. She can feel it--that somber recollection as she watches a boy that is familiar, even if she hasn't seen him this young before, bruised and bloodied. The voice of the woman beside him almost feels distant, but understanding. There's concealed hurt from the young Amos--Timothy?--and equal parts guilt from the woman--Lydia?--the name rings in her head even though it hadn't been voiced.
There's a fight here that is beyond the signs writ on his face, beneath the broken skin and the tears he holds onto. The way she takes his hand but somehow doesn't sound as if she's worthy of it. Two people struggling by the water's edge.
Himeka grips her temples and closes her eyes as a wave of nausea washes over her. She inhales sharply with a hiss, then the sensation ebbs like the tide. ]
Shite...
[ The bread rolls she'd been taking out sit her lap, though one has rolled off onto the rocks, now sprinkled with dirt and sand. ]