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[creidim]

the arms of the ocean are carrying me
the arms of the ocean delivered me

[ text | voice | omen | action ]

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[unsheathedfromreality]

[That she's a light sleeper comes as little surprise, though it's saddening to hear. He could protest in turn that it was all the more reason to not disturb her (and feel as much, too)--but he doesn't have the reserves to pursue it beyond a quiet,] Even so.

[Even so, they as Sleepers owe each other so much. Like camaraderie, like an offered name and all that implies--so when she says she hasn't learned his, obliquely asking, there's a rueful note in his reply.] My people do not burden others with our names, when first--when first we meet them.

If there is something you would call me, I would answer to that. [She's one he trusts to give him a good one, from their past interactions. She is observant-- (He nods; he's been to the water.) --and hasn't lost a certain air of innocence despite the wisdom she's won in this world and the one before. Anyone who thought first of how to gentle and mend a beast rather than kill it deserved esteem.

In this particular case, however... He lets his eyes (the visible one, the hundred not) fall closed again, reaching out to his far-away Omen and querying her status. The friend monster they'd fled is still furious enough to chase her, though she's widening the gap between them as she squeezes between boarded-up basements in Crenshaw.] It stays distracted, for now. My Omen has it--she will say, if it slips loose, and call the Hunters. But this is not--this is not being a, mm, immediate worry.

[And, because he does not want her in Bigby's path, even if she's not there to kill him, Illarion adds quickly--] So we might sit here and speak of something more pleasant instead, yes? While I am regaining my strength.

[creidim]

Strange that a name might seem like a burden. [ It's a curious thing, but she understands it in ways. Things she's learned over time, reasons behind not giving names. There's power in names, for one. She's always so careful about giving Paimon's away, for one. ] So I can give you a name?

[ There's a small inhale at that in surprise; certainly it feels like big responsibility to do something like that. It's... admittedly not the first time she's come across something like this. ]

I knew someone once who didn't have a name at all, so I gave him one so I could call him something. [ There's a hint of a smile. ] I picked the colour 'Phthalo' for him. Would a colour suit for you?

[ There's a nod of understanding, quelled by the mention of there being no immediate threat. That's something at least. But it seems to be a bit of a sore subject — asking for something nicer to talk about. Not that she'll pry any further; it's his business. There's a rueful smile as she inhales, shrugging. ]

There's often hardly anything pleasant to talk about, considering this place. [ The last few months have been particularly difficult. But January seems to be a little calmer, kinder and — considering where they are now: ] Although it's nice Moon Presence has come down to the ground.

[ She turns her head for a moment to look up at the slumbering god behind them, smiling softly. There's a small hum of affection before she asks: ]

Do you know much about her?