[ Yennefer responds to him instantly, confirming that she is just as real and just as present as him, in this moment. She's similarly baffled, so this must not be an indication that her own magick has returned to her or anything of the sort. He would not have held it against her if there had been some malfunction. They were quite close to the Singularity just a few suns past, and there's always a possibility it had awakened something in her that had been locked away.
But no, it does not seem to be that. Which still doesn't explain how Thancred's having some sort of Echo-like vision.
That seems to be precisely what it is, though, based on what Himeka has described to him before. He lifts an arm into the air and waves it around, testing to see if there will be any reaction from the group of people (a past version of himself, included) who stand a few yalms away. As expected, it is as if they're invisible. They're here simply to watch. ]
It's rare, but possible. There is a gift a few people in my world possess, called the Echo. Do you know Himeka? [ If not, well, she is right in front of them, a part of the grouping of the Scions. Thancred nods toward her to indicate who he means. ] She's one such person. [ She's standing a bit apart, though, a bit closer to Ryne — who has now found her voice, and is addressing them all, thanking them with her usual earnestness.
Thancred remembers this all like it was only yesterday, the equal amounts of pride and sorrow in his heart rising up all over again. He draws in a breath, then lets it out. ] And that's Ryne. Who I told you of before.
[ The girl who had come into his care. His daughter, though he may not have used that exact word. It had still been understood between them. ] This is... when we had to bid each other farewell. [ And as much as he cherishes the chance to see her face again, this is a bit like tearing open a newly-healed wound.
Ryne's voice wavers a little as she continues to speak. "We still have a lot to do, countless trials to overcome—but if it ever seems too much, I'll think of our time together." ]
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But no, it does not seem to be that. Which still doesn't explain how Thancred's having some sort of Echo-like vision.
That seems to be precisely what it is, though, based on what Himeka has described to him before. He lifts an arm into the air and waves it around, testing to see if there will be any reaction from the group of people (a past version of himself, included) who stand a few yalms away. As expected, it is as if they're invisible. They're here simply to watch. ]
It's rare, but possible. There is a gift a few people in my world possess, called the Echo. Do you know Himeka? [ If not, well, she is right in front of them, a part of the grouping of the Scions. Thancred nods toward her to indicate who he means. ] She's one such person. [ She's standing a bit apart, though, a bit closer to Ryne — who has now found her voice, and is addressing them all, thanking them with her usual earnestness.
Thancred remembers this all like it was only yesterday, the equal amounts of pride and sorrow in his heart rising up all over again. He draws in a breath, then lets it out. ] And that's Ryne. Who I told you of before.
[ The girl who had come into his care. His daughter, though he may not have used that exact word. It had still been understood between them. ] This is... when we had to bid each other farewell. [ And as much as he cherishes the chance to see her face again, this is a bit like tearing open a newly-healed wound.
Ryne's voice wavers a little as she continues to speak. "We still have a lot to do, countless trials to overcome—but if it ever seems too much, I'll think of our time together." ]