video;

[gerosilas]

[helaena has found herself a blue dress and a white, lace-trimmed slip that doesn't remotely fit beneath it.]

Are there many children here? Babes, under ten years of age?

[she drifts towards a window, coming nearly out of frame.]

All of them suns and their wanderers, further away than I could fathom.

[she turns looks back at the camera.]

The sky will not meet the land, here.

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I know she met Sunny but Omori fits this better XD

[solitarynote]

[The video flashes across whatever electronic device Omori has wandered across. And, even though the child himself hadn’t met her, Sunny had. That memory was still there, nestled in his own subconscious.

It took a bit for Omori to figure out how to turn the receiving video on for him to… well… reply as best he could.

The sight that greeted Helaena, once he does, is of a child that looks very similar to the boy she met during the Halloween event: same dark hair and eyes, same scrawny build, but somehow younger (ten years or younger? Maybe not quite - but Omori looked younger than he was). Everything was the same… except for the monochrome coloring of the child, skin as pale as paper and eyes devoid of emotion.

That didn’t stop him from giving a fairly neutral wave at the screen.]

[gerosilas]

[helaena flashes a smile and waggles her fingers at the screen. then she peers at it.]

You've become younger. Was it your own doing, or the magic of this place? I confess it is beyond me. Do you recall our meeting, or has it become your future?

[solitarynote]

[That wave meant Recognition. Good.

Still… her questions caused his head to tilt slightly. Become younger? Magic? He shook his head. Omori simply existed - he wasn’t sure what the rest of that meant.]

I remember. [Where Sunny’s voice was a soft disused whisper, Omori’s was a neutral - almost cold - tone. It took a moment for the child to recall her name.] Halaena.

[A kind lady. One who had stopped to pick up scattered candy. One who had attempted to assuage Sunny’s fears. It was like viewing the memory through a filter or an old projector, but it was still there.]

[gerosilas]

[gently:] Helaena.

[her children are small, and will need to be able to say all manner of difficult names if they live long enough.]

The sweets were nice, weren't they?

[solitarynote]

[Omori silently tested out the syllables again. He-lae-na. Good to know.

There was something in her tone, or the way she carried herself, that might have been inherently calming to Omori. Most people would stir his emotions negatively or not at all - like a wind grazing against the top of a pond, or a stone thrown harshly into it. Her voice was like a gentle tap, a reverberation that caused ellipses on the surface.]

[It was… nice. The child nodded.]

Mhmm. [A noise of affirmation. Even if his memory of his time with the woman on the screen was Sunny’s, Omori also knew the motions of collecting and consuming candy.]