[ Part of Naminé wants to express gratitude a second time for the compliment. She doesn't quite manage it, the words pressed away into her lungs by the rest of the situation that surrounds them. She hopes she'll be of help - wants to be in a way that's mostly from her nature and only a little bit because of that feeling of guilt over past mistakes that never quite goes away.
Lowering the candy, the girl pauses at Daenerys' description. It's occurred to Naminé already, sharp memory that she has, but-- ]
… So they'll be just like what he described at the meeting. [ Jon Snow, that first time - those creatures he spoke about sounded not wholly unlike Heartless in their single-mindedness as well as a few other peculiarities, and Naminé knows all too well how dangerous they could be. ] The wights, the ones that can't be killed by normal means.
[ Except as troubling as that notion is, and as much time as Naminé has spent mired in her own thoughts, her own troubled attempts to choose a course of action, Daenerys has only to utter those last words for Naminé to straighten, features immediately overcome with a mix of sympathy and concern. ]
-- What? [ Her shoulders sink slightly, the lollipop all but forgotten in her fingers as she tries to make sense of that statement. Not fully knowing the context, she can only ask what feels like a lame, yet genuinely perplexed, ] … What happened?
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Date: 2019-10-22 06:13 am (UTC)Lowering the candy, the girl pauses at Daenerys' description. It's occurred to Naminé already, sharp memory that she has, but-- ]
… So they'll be just like what he described at the meeting. [ Jon Snow, that first time - those creatures he spoke about sounded not wholly unlike Heartless in their single-mindedness as well as a few other peculiarities, and Naminé knows all too well how dangerous they could be. ] The wights, the ones that can't be killed by normal means.
[ Except as troubling as that notion is, and as much time as Naminé has spent mired in her own thoughts, her own troubled attempts to choose a course of action, Daenerys has only to utter those last words for Naminé to straighten, features immediately overcome with a mix of sympathy and concern. ]
-- What? [ Her shoulders sink slightly, the lollipop all but forgotten in her fingers as she tries to make sense of that statement. Not fully knowing the context, she can only ask what feels like a lame, yet genuinely perplexed, ] … What happened?