Ebb and Flow
Tags: Mother Askani | Jackson Lesan | Iskendyr Yvarro | Connel Vanagor | Yag'dril'sil | Velok Brokentusk
Anger was a familiar feeling. The Zeltron all too intimately aware of the feeling that always plagued her mind as she felt the pluck of that string nearby rather than from her.
Finding herself pulled in different directions suddenly as those around her struggled in their own Illusions. All plucking at different feelings that she felt but did not emit. A disconcerting amount of it focused on hopeless feelings, or some form of loss. Eyes narrowed as she tried to attune herself to the anger, pushing through her own illusory landscape as it began to fizzle out against the backdrop of so many emotions. Taking strides to place a hand on the wafting emanations of that familiar dark side.
Rose colored eyes fixing on Jackson with a knowing stare as she tried to clear his mind with a feeling of reassurance.
"It is a part of you. But it is not all of you." The only words she dispensed, trying to follow his eyes before giving up and looking back to him. She wasn't sure that she was strong enough by herself to break him free.