The Knight sits on the lip of a fountain and dozes. Waiting for someone, or perhaps just resting in the rain. ]
"What are you doing here, little ghost?"
[ They jerk awake, suddenly. Oh, she's here! Their sister is here. A warm, soft feeling creeps into the edges of the memory, lightening it, changing its colour in subtle hints.
A bug with curved, pointed horns, needle strapped to her back and pink cloak soaked by the endless rain, peers at them through the downpour. ]
"Why did you come back? There's nothing more to be gained here."
[ The fountain. Our sibling. I wanted to look at it. For them.
Their thoughts echo, but of course no words come out. They simply hop off the fountain's edge and point upwards, helpfully indicating what they're looking at. ]
"...I see. Do you remember now? All of it? And them?"
[ She sounds...different, somehow, though they don't know why that would be. But they nod, and...
No, they don't reach for her hand. She's not one to hold hands with them. But they stand next to her, two children reflecting on their lost, sealed sibling, in a silent, broken city.
They are happy she's here. They are happy that she has come to view them, even in a small way, as family too.
ii. life
The Knight sits on the lip of a fountain and dozes. Waiting for someone, or perhaps just resting in the rain. ]
"What are you doing here, little ghost?"
[ They jerk awake, suddenly. Oh, she's here! Their sister is here. A warm, soft feeling creeps into the edges of the memory, lightening it, changing its colour in subtle hints.
A bug with curved, pointed horns, needle strapped to her back and pink cloak soaked by the endless rain, peers at them through the downpour. ]
"Why did you come back? There's nothing more to be gained here."
[ The fountain. Our sibling. I wanted to look at it. For them.
Their thoughts echo, but of course no words come out. They simply hop off the fountain's edge and point upwards, helpfully indicating what they're looking at. ]
"...I see. Do you remember now? All of it? And them?"
[ She sounds...different, somehow, though they don't know why that would be. But they nod, and...
No, they don't reach for her hand. She's not one to hold hands with them. But they stand next to her, two children reflecting on their lost, sealed sibling, in a silent, broken city.
They are happy she's here. They are happy that she has come to view them, even in a small way, as family too.
The memory ends. ]