[Vögelein has an eidetic memory, which, I've still gotta ask if that gets nerfed. It has not been helping her understand the play or keep track of exactly what changes. Things are... blurred somehow. The images wash over her like television, fast and inexorable in that same way. Why does her chest feel tight? What's this pain in her face, why are her eyes hurting and her vision getting bleary like rain has caught in them? Inexplicable. Everything's so inexplicable, and she is lost.
She's startled by movement in her periphery, and for all that this has happened several times by now she's caught off guard to be looked at, regarded as another participant instead if flitting unseen in the background. Seeing the other girl crying lets Vee see what's happening with her.
The humanization has left Vögelein quite petite, under five feet tall. Enchanted by having clothing options in something approaching her size, she's adopted a sleeveless top and a colorful, filmy, translucent beach wrap over a white jersey skirt she stitched out of a couple of cannibalized t-shirts. She still has a mild German accent that sometimes also shows in sentence structure.]
I don't understand why it is that it's so sad! It's - they. Aah.
[She rubs her face, feels the unnatural yield of her cheek and the wet of it, and tries to laugh, though it sounds like a sob.]
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She's startled by movement in her periphery, and for all that this has happened several times by now she's caught off guard to be looked at, regarded as another participant instead if flitting unseen in the background. Seeing the other girl crying lets Vee see what's happening with her.
The humanization has left Vögelein quite petite, under five feet tall. Enchanted by having clothing options in something approaching her size, she's adopted a sleeveless top and a colorful, filmy, translucent beach wrap over a white jersey skirt she stitched out of a couple of cannibalized t-shirts. She still has a mild German accent that sometimes also shows in sentence structure.]
I don't understand why it is that it's so sad! It's - they. Aah.
[She rubs her face, feels the unnatural yield of her cheek and the wet of it, and tries to laugh, though it sounds like a sob.]