[ Regardless of the heat of the surroundings, the fire that lights the strange dream they stand in, that note of approval makes something in them respond.
(They are uncertain of what that feeling is, as of yet. But it's something they want to know more of.)
They look up at the response, head turning as they track each speaker. It feels new, to know that the words that the Grimmkin are responding to are theirs. Not a motion or gesture, a question posed in silence, but a voice of their own.
It's an almost frightening feeling. They know it's not something they're supposed to have; deep in their heart, they feel as if they have broken a rule. But those shackles placed at the moment of their birth aren't enough to stop them from speaking.
They turn to the exit, but before they leave something appears to occur to them, and they look over their shoulder. There was something, left unsaid...
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(They are uncertain of what that feeling is, as of yet. But it's something they want to know more of.)
They look up at the response, head turning as they track each speaker. It feels new, to know that the words that the Grimmkin are responding to are theirs. Not a motion or gesture, a question posed in silence, but a voice of their own.
It's an almost frightening feeling. They know it's not something they're supposed to have; deep in their heart, they feel as if they have broken a rule. But those shackles placed at the moment of their birth aren't enough to stop them from speaking.
They turn to the exit, but before they leave something appears to occur to them, and they look over their shoulder. There was something, left unsaid...
You told me why I am here.
But why are you? ]