[ In she stumbles. She doesn't even know what instinct she's following anymore – isn't thinking at all, when the din in her head is drowning out most of her other thoughts. Somnus is the one easiest to follow, so it's him she staggers after. And then the room is alight with noise and light again and she lets out a little cry of surprise. The smell of hot, gushing blood cuts off like a switch has been flipped and a wave of dissatisfaction washes over her. She'd followed that scent and come here to...
What had she come here to do...?
Not that it mattered anymore. Somnus was blocking the way and she had to... she had to...
She takes a few tentative steps forward. Wobbly, but growing surer with each step. A noise bubbles up from her throat. Not words, but– not dragonsong, either. ]
no subject
What had she come here to do...?
Not that it mattered anymore. Somnus was blocking the way and she had to... she had to...
She takes a few tentative steps forward. Wobbly, but growing surer with each step. A noise bubbles up from her throat. Not words, but– not dragonsong, either. ]
Ah... ggh...
[ Help. ]