((OOC: As a reply to an awesome PM I received today. For some reason, I can't send any PM back, so this will do.))
In the morning, Clover is confused when she's told that someone left a gift for her. She takes no time to start reading the mysterious letter, hoping to find a clue as to who it could be from. The words she finds written there, however, are far from shedding light into the matter.
Her eyes open wider, her mind races. The Echo? Grandpa told her about it on some occasions, but it’s the first time she’s gotten the chance to actually see its effects. What’s clear is that someone has managed to take a look inside her mind, an unknown person who could be just anyone. Scary as the thought might be, she can’t help the rush of interest and curiosity to learn more.
The first thing she does is ask around the guild if anyone has seen the person who left the gift there, but no one seems to know anything about the matter.
“I must let that person know that I’m looking for them,†she decides next, and starts trying to send mental messages to whoever can hear them.
(“Who are you?â€) Her thoughts keep asking as the day goes on, no matter where she is. (“Why are you hiding?â€)
In the morning, Clover is confused when she's told that someone left a gift for her. She takes no time to start reading the mysterious letter, hoping to find a clue as to who it could be from. The words she finds written there, however, are far from shedding light into the matter.
Her eyes open wider, her mind races. The Echo? Grandpa told her about it on some occasions, but it’s the first time she’s gotten the chance to actually see its effects. What’s clear is that someone has managed to take a look inside her mind, an unknown person who could be just anyone. Scary as the thought might be, she can’t help the rush of interest and curiosity to learn more.
The first thing she does is ask around the guild if anyone has seen the person who left the gift there, but no one seems to know anything about the matter.
“I must let that person know that I’m looking for them,†she decides next, and starts trying to send mental messages to whoever can hear them.
(“Who are you?â€) Her thoughts keep asking as the day goes on, no matter where she is. (“Why are you hiding?â€)
Clover Blake (Hyur) /Â K'mih Yohko (Miqo'te)