[ Link's Communion explodes into the mind of every Zenite, like the opening of a window during a hurricane. It rushes in with an intense and primal sense of panic, a mixture of both fight and flight, and the horror of knowing that neither has worked. A certain death is imposing down on him. If you've died before, you'll likely recognize this potent cocktail of desperation that's suddenly flooding your mind. But unlike the flashing of one's life in the moment before the end, this moment is filled with purpose — unfocused and clumsy, but desperately bold and determined. The message is not conveyed in words, but in feelings and impressions, unbound by the limitations of language and becoming that much more distinct and impossible to misinterpret. ]
Get away from the Manor.
Get out of Highstorm if you can.
The Meridian —
[ ...and then, it's gone. Both the message and the roaring sensations that carry it halt abruptly, like the slamming of a door — but, even a slammed door makes a sharp noise as it shuts, sends a gust of wind as it moves on its hinges. This sudden stop doesn't come with anything, no friction, no echo, not even the intentionality of closing a Communion once a person has said what they meant to say. Just stillness. ]
There is a brief sense of touch, like a soft hand upon a jaw to try and steady someone in a panic, of dark, dark eyes perceiving, sharp ears hearing. Ah. So this was the shape his fortune had taken, the result of the choice she had told him would ripple across Kenos.
It ripples past her.
Then it is gone.
Leaving a woman who does not keep anything of value in Yima's Manor standing where she was in Heliopolis, in the shape of a woman dressed in the colors of mourning for the Tribune she had served loyally for years and years. Though she looks towards Highstorm... Another clerk calls "her" name across the courtyard, and "she" runs off to return to "her" duty without any indication of having received a communion at all.]
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two days before Cyrus' assassination
Get away from the Manor.
Get out of Highstorm if you can.
The Meridian —
[ ...and then, it's gone. Both the message and the roaring sensations that carry it halt abruptly, like the slamming of a door — but, even a slammed door makes a sharp noise as it shuts, sends a gust of wind as it moves on its hinges. This sudden stop doesn't come with anything, no friction, no echo, not even the intentionality of closing a Communion once a person has said what they meant to say. Just stillness. ]
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There is a brief sense of touch, like a soft hand upon a jaw to try and steady someone in a panic, of dark, dark eyes perceiving, sharp ears hearing. Ah. So this was the shape his fortune had taken, the result of the choice she had told him would ripple across Kenos.
It ripples past her.
Then it is gone.
Leaving a woman who does not keep anything of value in Yima's Manor standing where she was in Heliopolis, in the shape of a woman dressed in the colors of mourning for the Tribune she had served loyally for years and years. Though she looks towards Highstorm... Another clerk calls "her" name across the courtyard, and "she" runs off to return to "her" duty without any indication of having received a communion at all.]