She snorts softly at the Phil comment, before her brow furrows and her eyes close as she tries to focus. Tries to listen past the rushing blood, the pounding rhythm of every heartbeat. It really is harder than usual to hear through the noise, but...
"...well, birds. Obviously. Forest— forest noises. Generally." Go beyond that. Further out from the estate and the surrounding forest. "Some— some kid laughing. Lots of chatter. People never shut up. Uh."
Daisy breathes in, and exhales. Tries to keep her attention on the voices. Tries to remember what it means for the world to be alive, not just a Hunting ground.
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hadnoright) wrote2022-11-01 01:56 am
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It's loud, so very, very loud - but is there more? Is there more she can find in the mess? Like sifting through the battlefield for a friend.
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She snorts softly at the Phil comment, before her brow furrows and her eyes close as she tries to focus. Tries to listen past the rushing blood, the pounding rhythm of every heartbeat. It really is harder than usual to hear through the noise, but...
"...well, birds. Obviously. Forest— forest noises. Generally." Go beyond that. Further out from the estate and the surrounding forest. "Some— some kid laughing. Lots of chatter. People never shut up. Uh."
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If there is no quiet to listen to and the blood is loud, listen to something else. Distract the process.
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"N— Normal, mostly? Normal stuff. I think someone just told a bad joke."
Didn't catch the joke, but there's someone laughing and groaning, out there, somewhere.
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No one said it'd be easy, of course, but it might help, just a tiny bit. One handhold against the howling.
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Daisy breathes in, and exhales. Tries to keep her attention on the voices. Tries to remember what it means for the world to be alive, not just a Hunting ground.
"...okay. Yeah. Okay."