[ throughout each loop, kumo has continued his walk along the in the whipping winds, though the stiffness has fallen from his posture somewhat now that he's realised it is a memory. remembering is better than the alternative, no matter how painful it was to recall this over and over.
so leo's unfamiliar voice, much clearer than the whispers of the observers, is more than a little startling. he does not drop aura, dream-light in his arms and unable to be roused before meeting her brother in this space. but he whips around to find leo's colours standing out against the grey, and he freezes. ]
Who are you?
[ even through the mask and the wind and the natural subdued tone he speaks with, the question is audible. ]
no subject
so leo's unfamiliar voice, much clearer than the whispers of the observers, is more than a little startling. he does not drop aura, dream-light in his arms and unable to be roused before meeting her brother in this space. but he whips around to find leo's colours standing out against the grey, and he freezes. ]
Who are you?
[ even through the mask and the wind and the natural subdued tone he speaks with, the question is audible. ]