12/10/2025, 10:59 PM
Skill:
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Something was off.
And not in the way that Fiora was normally off.
The scattered, robotic movements. The idle chewing. The glassy eyes (was she crying? How foul). Sreda's brow would lift, a modicum of concern crossing those darkened features as the woman took an idle step closer to the Husk-of-Fiora.
What's happened to you?The question was curt, and Sreda would move ever closer, taking a paw to place it beneath Fiora's chin. Carefully, if Fiora allowed, Sreda would lift Fiora's head, leveling their eyes so that she could stare directly into her cousin's pupils. Half-chewed leaves dribbled from the corners of Fiora's mouth, catching in the dark fur of Sreda's paws, but Sreda's gaze did not waver.
She inspected her.
Fully. Deeply.
Unnervingly.
"Just... forget..."
What did you eat? Are you testing poisons?Her voice was hardened at the edge, her concern masked by flurries of agitation.
Did someone test poisons on you?The thought riled Sreda, igniting a sear of unusual, emotive fire in the pit of her gut. Should anyone have tested rotten poison on her cousin ... oh, she would find the most devastating way to pay that forward.
"Ely...sium?"
Sreda let her paw fall back to the earth, tufted ears still pressed firmly forward. The pieces slid together. Had Fiora forgotten that they'd left? Had something damaged her, and her instinct was to crawl back to the familiar, but now so unfamiliar, lake that Elysium had once called home? It was ... almost as if ...
The way the body moved, as if disconnected from the nervous system. The strange draw to home. The lack of memory.
The Plague?Sreda's lip would twitch, head tilting slightly as she observed ... hopefully that Fiora would find a way to communicate.
