Hemera echoes the words from where she stands behind him, intonation part confused, part teasing. Her dreams (or what she can only assume are dreams, if the dead can dream) have been odd as of late, much like her visions often were, so she doesn't truly expect a response. She speaks aloud all the same, seeing no harm in it as she wanders about the room, inspecting architecture that is as foreign as it is familiar.
"What a strange place..." she comments, picking up an odd bauble to peer at curiously. Something about it rings strangely to her ears. Unable to place it by sight or sound alone she chooses to give it a quick lick and immediately pulls a face, all but recoiling at the flavour upon her tongue.
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Date: 2020-11-24 11:25 pm (UTC)Hemera echoes the words from where she stands behind him, intonation part confused, part teasing. Her dreams (or what she can only assume are dreams, if the dead can dream) have been odd as of late, much like her visions often were, so she doesn't truly expect a response. She speaks aloud all the same, seeing no harm in it as she wanders about the room, inspecting architecture that is as foreign as it is familiar.
"What a strange place..." she comments, picking up an odd bauble to peer at curiously. Something about it rings strangely to her ears. Unable to place it by sight or sound alone she chooses to give it a quick lick and immediately pulls a face, all but recoiling at the flavour upon her tongue.