The library at Caer Glaem is almost like a second home to her now considering how long she's spent there the last few weeks. She's in and out more often than she would've expected, all things considered, and she huffs a little as she shoves another book out of sight, getting more and more frustrated as she tries to figure out what she can do to help.
The music that runs in the back of her mind is a concentrated echo, pulsing here and there. She knows there is more to do, more that she can do, and yet she feels weaker and exhausted, pulled down by the power of the harp music and all the things that she has been trying to do to shrug it off and be more herself. It's hard, ridiculously so, and yet she is trying desperately to overcome it. She isn't used to giving in to her emotions as easily now, having become a little more accustomed to fighting them off and demanding that she holds her head high as a Marchioness ought; she's been learning.
Kiga is what she notices first, her eyes widening a little when Pod follows not long after. She pushes herself to her feet, stepping over and hesitating before she reaches to pull the other girl into her arms.
"Pod, oh, no, it's okay," she's gentle as she holds her, stroking a hand down her back with careful tenderness. She's a little on edge herself and the other girl's obvious emotions tackle her and make her want to swallow back her own pain, to do nothing more than help her, smothering her in all the possible kindnesses she can ever hope to offer. Her hand lifts to stroke through Pod's hair before she finds her words.
"You're not going mad, I promise, it isn't just you. Lots of us are suffering from this - the harps and so on. It's alright, I swear, we'll figure it out. Just breathe, okay? Breathe for me."
The hug is a little surprising, but after a moment, Pod melts into it, sniffling as she holds back tears that threaten again. It’s embarrassing to cry so, and the music just seems to make everything so much worse.
So she focuses on Hermione’s voice, and breathes slow and deep, the way she was taught to call up her magic. She reaches for good memories, focusing on Kiga and Conor and Linden, and to her surprise, when she manages to hold onto them and the good feelings, those feelings rise up a like a tide. The sudden shift makes her head spin, and she laughs for a moment, sounding more confused than mirthful.
“What is it? I— I tried something for curses and it didn’t work. And I’m sure it cannot be Gull. Almost. I just— how do I get rid of it? There must be a way to stop it, for everyone.”
Getting rid of it is almost as important as finding out what it is, though Pod is sure discovering the latter would make the first easier. Well, harder or easier, what matters is doing it. If this continues— Pod doesn’t want to think on how terrible things could end up. This must be some kind of dark magic, surely?
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The music that runs in the back of her mind is a concentrated echo, pulsing here and there. She knows there is more to do, more that she can do, and yet she feels weaker and exhausted, pulled down by the power of the harp music and all the things that she has been trying to do to shrug it off and be more herself. It's hard, ridiculously so, and yet she is trying desperately to overcome it. She isn't used to giving in to her emotions as easily now, having become a little more accustomed to fighting them off and demanding that she holds her head high as a Marchioness ought; she's been learning.
Kiga is what she notices first, her eyes widening a little when Pod follows not long after. She pushes herself to her feet, stepping over and hesitating before she reaches to pull the other girl into her arms.
"Pod, oh, no, it's okay," she's gentle as she holds her, stroking a hand down her back with careful tenderness. She's a little on edge herself and the other girl's obvious emotions tackle her and make her want to swallow back her own pain, to do nothing more than help her, smothering her in all the possible kindnesses she can ever hope to offer. Her hand lifts to stroke through Pod's hair before she finds her words.
"You're not going mad, I promise, it isn't just you. Lots of us are suffering from this - the harps and so on. It's alright, I swear, we'll figure it out. Just breathe, okay? Breathe for me."
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So she focuses on Hermione’s voice, and breathes slow and deep, the way she was taught to call up her magic. She reaches for good memories, focusing on Kiga and Conor and Linden, and to her surprise, when she manages to hold onto them and the good feelings, those feelings rise up a like a tide. The sudden shift makes her head spin, and she laughs for a moment, sounding more confused than mirthful.
“What is it? I— I tried something for curses and it didn’t work. And I’m sure it cannot be Gull. Almost. I just— how do I get rid of it? There must be a way to stop it, for everyone.”
Getting rid of it is almost as important as finding out what it is, though Pod is sure discovering the latter would make the first easier. Well, harder or easier, what matters is doing it. If this continues— Pod doesn’t want to think on how terrible things could end up. This must be some kind of dark magic, surely?