Character
Ivy Maro
Balun Dashiell
Oryn Selvar
William the Bloody
So far she had kept a tranquil level of calm, her mind serving as both a garden of bliss, and a container that held many struggles. None among this gathering had done more than simply glance over at her-
An unsual feeling, the attempt of connection? It was rare, and Balun would sadly feel why.
His offer was greeted with acceptance, his very being would get to blanket this stranger. His warmth drew attention, both gleeful and cold. Not from the woman herself, but from the dead that clung to her. His force that reached out like an offered hand would be clasped by many in return, perhaps a shocking experience at first... Yet these souls felt joy, a radiant feeling rippled within the force. But what of the girl?
She was there, distant... But there.
It was no act of shyness, no little bout of rebelion. If Balun could feel it, this woman was rather focused on something. A sickly sharp cold that tried to reach the warmth he was providing for these long lost dead, for not all go so readily.
After a moment she finds the time to better clasp onto his offering, it was a risk, a step perhaps?
It was unknown what he might feel from her.
