[Celehar's first instinct is to reach for a name, the way he still does with corpses or ghouls, to find a name and quiet it. Let the darkness take you is the prayer sitting heavy on his tongue, but the invisible weight of his gift from Ulis is an empty hollow in his head, leaving him to try and scramble away -
until the not-quite-ghoul talks, and he finally processes that.
Celehar, still badly rattled, freezes in place this time. He doesn't process the content of the words just yet, only the fact of them. (It registers, in a feeling like it came from outside of his head, that the revethavar's voice certainly did not seem so... mundane).]
no subject
until the not-quite-ghoul talks, and he finally processes that.
Celehar, still badly rattled, freezes in place this time. He doesn't process the content of the words just yet, only the fact of them. (It registers, in a feeling like it came from outside of his head, that the revethavar's voice certainly did not seem so... mundane).]
You speak.
[Give him a moment on this one.]