V e i l N e b u l a
Caught up in a palentary world
He is considerate, even she can tell that.
The emotional cues her magic offers her, flares of emotions that are not hers, but instead related to the situation she is in; they tell her enough to know he's sincere, his kindness isn't faux. Isn't stressed. It is pure, untainted. Refreshing. His tone is laid with its own emotion - compassion, and it fills in gaps her mind doesn't know. But she understands enough of the words, and the repeat of the term ma'am gives her the clue it must be a term being used for her. Not taunting, so respectful? But not like 'you' is. Perhaps an honorary? She'd repeat it for Jane later, see if Jane could explain it more.
Still, she smiles warmly, relieved.
Her own emotions are expressed in the swirling galaxy trapped in those rose eyes. Like twinkling stars that dance almost as vibrantly as the nebula design stamped into her pelt. He does seem to understand, that her lack of speech wasn't a slight, but a problem she was trying to rectify. Trying so hard to learn. He speaks again, and she recognizes a few of the sounds, the context to know he's expressing happiness - and she can only imagine it's due to her announcement that she doesn't need help? Right?
She doesn't respond to that, however.
She doesn't have the words to continue it. But she does note he still had glanced over as if to check over her health with visual confirmation. Briefly, her mind turns curious. What would he have done if she had been injured? To see that blood from a wound would be more along the lines of more stardust, and radiation flaring leaving the containment of her body, than just normal liquid. To know that beneath the flesh, muscle, and bone, a different set of pathways connected from where her heart was a star, and thus produced something different than the normal heart and veins that neuron paths traveled alongside.
Not even Veil herself knew what injury would look like on herself.
But then he says words she does understand. Her eyes were bright as she understood these words, she knew what they meant. Her eyes were delighted, and she dipped her head more formally, though as she lifted her head again, these words fell more easily, more comfortably than any of the ones before. I am The Veil Nebula. She never could introduce herself as it being her name. It felt wrong. Not who she was, what she was. She wasn't Veil Nebula, it wasn't her name, it was who she was at the center of her core, everything that was important, everything that made her real, alive, here. Veil. The nickname was offered after a brief pause, and she had to struggle to remember the next bet of the greeting exchange. She didn't know the words themselves, but she knew the sounds, was starting to put meaning to the sounds, but for now, she could parrot them back well enough.
Pleasure, to meet you.
And it wasn't a lie.
FROM THE MOUTH
INSIDE THE MIND
@Benedict
Notes:: <3
The emotional cues her magic offers her, flares of emotions that are not hers, but instead related to the situation she is in; they tell her enough to know he's sincere, his kindness isn't faux. Isn't stressed. It is pure, untainted. Refreshing. His tone is laid with its own emotion - compassion, and it fills in gaps her mind doesn't know. But she understands enough of the words, and the repeat of the term ma'am gives her the clue it must be a term being used for her. Not taunting, so respectful? But not like 'you' is. Perhaps an honorary? She'd repeat it for Jane later, see if Jane could explain it more.
Still, she smiles warmly, relieved.
Her own emotions are expressed in the swirling galaxy trapped in those rose eyes. Like twinkling stars that dance almost as vibrantly as the nebula design stamped into her pelt. He does seem to understand, that her lack of speech wasn't a slight, but a problem she was trying to rectify. Trying so hard to learn. He speaks again, and she recognizes a few of the sounds, the context to know he's expressing happiness - and she can only imagine it's due to her announcement that she doesn't need help? Right?
She doesn't respond to that, however.
She doesn't have the words to continue it. But she does note he still had glanced over as if to check over her health with visual confirmation. Briefly, her mind turns curious. What would he have done if she had been injured? To see that blood from a wound would be more along the lines of more stardust, and radiation flaring leaving the containment of her body, than just normal liquid. To know that beneath the flesh, muscle, and bone, a different set of pathways connected from where her heart was a star, and thus produced something different than the normal heart and veins that neuron paths traveled alongside.
Not even Veil herself knew what injury would look like on herself.
But then he says words she does understand. Her eyes were bright as she understood these words, she knew what they meant. Her eyes were delighted, and she dipped her head more formally, though as she lifted her head again, these words fell more easily, more comfortably than any of the ones before. I am The Veil Nebula. She never could introduce herself as it being her name. It felt wrong. Not who she was, what she was. She wasn't Veil Nebula, it wasn't her name, it was who she was at the center of her core, everything that was important, everything that made her real, alive, here. Veil. The nickname was offered after a brief pause, and she had to struggle to remember the next bet of the greeting exchange. She didn't know the words themselves, but she knew the sounds, was starting to put meaning to the sounds, but for now, she could parrot them back well enough.
Pleasure, to meet you.
And it wasn't a lie.
FROM THE MOUTH
INSIDE THE MIND
@
Notes:: <3
Could you be my super nova girl?
