[ 'The Artist'. Carmina's eyes widen in surprise, and then she laughs, half hunching forward with the force of her own cackling. It sounds like a dozen echoing crows cawing and chittering all at once, with a sort of warbling quality that makes it sound like said crows are underwater. When she regains composure, she straightens up to her full height, smiling. She taps her claw-tipped fingers to her mouth in a sort of apology for her outburst.
The audacity of that thing to take so much away from her, to "gift" it back to her in bits and pieces, to sear pain and struggle into every fiber of her being, and then to label her like a painting. The Artist - a mixed media piece. A multi year effort on the part of some aberrant cosmic abomination to craft the perfect instrument of torment. Did it label all the others, too? She'd seen them in passing in the Fog between trials. A few had spoken to her. She couldn't recall if they had ever said their names. This time she chances tapping out words on the tablet - she used to have a way with words, but she can't remember the last time she'd said a full sentence out loud, and her thoughts have been flashes of imagery and surges of emotions for who knows how long. ]
Zarina. A strong name for one of strong-will. It did not share your names with me. Perhaps with other hunters though. It took my voice from me, I couldn't have asked them.
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The audacity of that thing to take so much away from her, to "gift" it back to her in bits and pieces, to sear pain and struggle into every fiber of her being, and then to label her like a painting. The Artist - a mixed media piece. A multi year effort on the part of some aberrant cosmic abomination to craft the perfect instrument of torment. Did it label all the others, too? She'd seen them in passing in the Fog between trials. A few had spoken to her. She couldn't recall if they had ever said their names. This time she chances tapping out words on the tablet - she used to have a way with words, but she can't remember the last time she'd said a full sentence out loud, and her thoughts have been flashes of imagery and surges of emotions for who knows how long. ]
Zarina.
A strong name for one of strong-will.
It did not share your names with me. Perhaps with other hunters though.
It took my voice from me, I couldn't have asked them.