[Though he had only recently been guided back to the Source, the aetherial sea had ever been his domain— the 'Underworld,' it had once been called, though the name had long fallen out of favor, forgotten as so many other things had been over countless millennia as divided souls lived their lives without knowing what came before.
As such, it was quite plain to him when someone or something entered the aetherial sea that ought not to be there.
It had happened some months back, as well— as far as he could tell, though the passage of time on the Source was difficult to measure from this place, where it held no meaning— but that time, it had been several souls, aided by Sharlayan tools.
Now, it was only one, and he knew that color well, even dimmed as it was.
Of course it would be her.
There's no telling how long she looks before his voice reaches her, but it pierces through the rolling waves of aether, even as his countenance is nowhere to be seen.]
[ The voice that reaches out to her isn't exactly a surprise, but it does nothing to slow or waylay her passage. Her expression is one of determination as she propels herself forward through dark waves of a makeup she has no name for. There are many things in this place she cannot describe although it holds wonders she'd love to stop and explore. Understand. Were she not so set on her course, she might have paused to do so.
But Yona is, if nothing else, a very stubborn person. And considering that familiar voice has told her nothing she doesn't already know, she just continues to press on, as if she hadn't heard it in the first place.
...Not that she expects him to take that for the hint it is.
Or maybe she just wants to return the favor of pretending to be entirely unaware of his incorporeal presence this time. Somewhere, she's sure, that will make Hythlodaeus smile. ]
[Though he has no physical body to reach out with, there is something that ripples through the aether that strongly resembles a great sigh as he opts to act through sheer will instead. Though she’ll see no hand to do it, something will catch her by the shoulder, a grab that is more warning than restraint.]
This sea will tear you apart. Even a stubborn spirit such as yours cannot defy its nature.
[Though he has no doubt she will try. She has ever been defiant and reckless, with no care for her own well-being.
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As such, it was quite plain to him when someone or something entered the aetherial sea that ought not to be there.
It had happened some months back, as well— as far as he could tell, though the passage of time on the Source was difficult to measure from this place, where it held no meaning— but that time, it had been several souls, aided by Sharlayan tools.
Now, it was only one, and he knew that color well, even dimmed as it was.
Of course it would be her.
There's no telling how long she looks before his voice reaches her, but it pierces through the rolling waves of aether, even as his countenance is nowhere to be seen.]
You don't belong here, hero.
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But Yona is, if nothing else, a very stubborn person. And considering that familiar voice has told her nothing she doesn't already know, she just continues to press on, as if she hadn't heard it in the first place.
...Not that she expects him to take that for the hint it is.
Or maybe she just wants to return the favor of pretending to be entirely unaware of his incorporeal presence this time. Somewhere, she's sure, that will make Hythlodaeus smile. ]
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This sea will tear you apart. Even a stubborn spirit such as yours cannot defy its nature.
[Though he has no doubt she will try. She has ever been defiant and reckless, with no care for her own well-being.
Even now, millennia later, it exhausts him.]
Why are you here.
[It comes out more demand than question.]