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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[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.]