For a moment, she thinks the sound of breaking water is a creature. A fish? A serpent? Uncertain as to whether it's friend or foe, ally or enemy - muscles somehow remember to freeze. The tingle at the back of her skull curses her brash, obnoxious shuffling - she's drawn too much attention to herself. She's blown her cover. The hallucinations of the days prior still linger, like phantom images projected onto the landscape around her. The waves of heat rising from the surface of the water remind her of the grotto on Onderon. The lush, verdant vegetation reminds her of its jungles, though the scent of it all is different - that much is obvious.
The sight of a man in the spring begins to dissipate those translucent images, eyes blinking rapidly to try to focus on where she is, rather than where she was. Sputtering, misfiring electrical charges in the brain move at glacial speeds, trying their hardest to make the leap of faith from one end to the other, clinging on the way she had on the platform at Eadu -
No, focus. Who is -
"Kira," she finally manages, the name tumbling out of her mouth like a stone. Vision comes into focus, trails the exhaustion in his face - the dark circles sleeping beneath his eyes, the dark of his gaze blacker and bleaker than she's seen, a nebula splattered across the side of his jaw. As if finding its missing piece, her hand reminds her of its existence with a throb. She raises it, finds it with her gaze, stretches and clenches her aching fingers. "Did -" she begins, the green of her eyes glittering and trembling with horror and fear, "Did I -?" Her other hand gestures vaguely towards his jaw, then reaches to touch her own.
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The sight of a man in the spring begins to dissipate those translucent images, eyes blinking rapidly to try to focus on where she is, rather than where she was. Sputtering, misfiring electrical charges in the brain move at glacial speeds, trying their hardest to make the leap of faith from one end to the other, clinging on the way she had on the platform at Eadu -
No, focus. Who is -
"Kira," she finally manages, the name tumbling out of her mouth like a stone. Vision comes into focus, trails the exhaustion in his face - the dark circles sleeping beneath his eyes, the dark of his gaze blacker and bleaker than she's seen, a nebula splattered across the side of his jaw. As if finding its missing piece, her hand reminds her of its existence with a throb. She raises it, finds it with her gaze, stretches and clenches her aching fingers. "Did -" she begins, the green of her eyes glittering and trembling with horror and fear, "Did I -?" Her other hand gestures vaguely towards his jaw, then reaches to touch her own.