#drydier

` the words are rampant in her mind, so many charged with sensation, yet none make themselves known on her tongue. she has too many to say as she gazes at them, so she says none of them, a smiling, unblinking look of fascinating filling her dark, inky eyes. ( eyes like theirs! though she has only two. ) their visage, twisted and fascinating, is one midge has never seen. and, oh, how she loves things she has never seen.

damn her and her stupid ability to empathise with whatever creature that crosses her path. she shouldn't be worrying by kar'niss, of all creatures. it will come the time when they will storm moonrise towers to deal with ketheric fucking thorm and she has no doubts the drider will be the first to protect the absolute's goals with everything he has, but there is something... something broken within them and she has never been able to resist the urge to fix what might be mended.

❝ you do this often, then? venture into the dark and guide the lost souls here? ❞