Have some heart strings pulled!
Iremia sits against the oak, writing in her journal as the little creature she created rests in her lap. The sound of gentle ripples of water crawling up the shore. She always liked lakes, and forests. This spot probably being her favourite. In her journal she writes down details about her latest session that she needs to work on.
āLahabrea continues to be shut off during our sessions, hopefully I can get him to open up soonā¦ā
She trails off in the thought, feeling the warmth of the sun hit her face. Before she knows it, sheās asleep.
Emet-Selch finds her first, not without some difficulty due to a meddlesome subordinate of Mitron. He looks down at the therapist napping under the tree, and lets out a sigh. He sits down next to her instead of waking her. He knows she has work to do, and heās sure sheāll get it done, but thereās nothing wrong with maybe napping too? He finds himself slowly dozing off.
Thalassa comes upon the now three resting ancients. Emet-Selch, Themis, and Iremia. She estimates theyāve been asleep for about 5 hours. She makes sure Iremiaās notebook is tucked away in Iremiaās pouch, safe from slipping into the nearby lake, then scurries off before the convocation members awaken.
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Emet-Selch looks down at the auri woman, the familiar creature resting in her lap. A pang of immense sorrow hits his heart, and he looks away.
Stifling tears, he mutters, āYou sleep too much...Always have. You shouldnāt let your guard down like this...ā
He takes a deep sigh and warps away again. Though, unable to prevent himself from getting one more glance at a once familiar sight.
With the figure gone, Lizzy groggily wakes up, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. Met only by the gentle ripples of water crawling up the shore, and a sorrowful wind blowing on her face.
(Thanks @the-littlest-kojinā for taking these shots for me!!)