[ Link's Communion explodes into the mind of every Zenite, like the opening of a window during a hurricane. It rushes in with an intense and primal sense of panic, a mixture of both fight and flight, and the horror of knowing that neither has worked. A certain death is imposing down on him. If you've died before, you'll likely recognize this potent cocktail of desperation that's suddenly flooding your mind. But unlike the flashing of one's life in the moment before the end, this moment is filled with purpose — unfocused and clumsy, but desperately bold and determined. The message is not conveyed in words, but in feelings and impressions, unbound by the limitations of language and becoming that much more distinct and impossible to misinterpret. ]
Get away from the Manor.
Get out of Highstorm if you can.
The Meridian —
[ ...and then, it's gone. Both the message and the roaring sensations that carry it halt abruptly, like the slamming of a door — but, even a slammed door makes a sharp noise as it shuts, sends a gust of wind as it moves on its hinges. This sudden stop doesn't come with anything, no friction, no echo, not even the intentionality of closing a Communion once a person has said what they meant to say. Just stillness. ]
[There’s few things that get Gavial put on high alert at the drop of a hat, but the abruptness and feeling of urgency that accompanies this intrusion into her mental space manages to get her sitting bolt-upright in an instant. The feelings come across in that strange way only Communion can accomplish, and yet even so she finds herself juggling confusion in the wake of it. That and worry, when all feeling of his mental trace is snuffed out like an extinguished candle.]
Link? Link! Hey, c’mon, answer me!
[A foolish attempt at calling into the void when she already knows, definitively, that he couldn’t possibly answer. Not after that explosive feeling of desperation and the abrupt—and familiar—quiet that follows.
There’s nothing to find when she tries to seek him out—and little time to spare in further searching when she has an impending mission to make sure she’s fully prepared for. But she’s now left feeling a little uneasy to leave the city behind when it comes time to march on Springstar, afraid of what might be awaiting the absence of Zenites.]
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two days before Cyrus' assassination
Get away from the Manor.
Get out of Highstorm if you can.
The Meridian —
[ ...and then, it's gone. Both the message and the roaring sensations that carry it halt abruptly, like the slamming of a door — but, even a slammed door makes a sharp noise as it shuts, sends a gust of wind as it moves on its hinges. This sudden stop doesn't come with anything, no friction, no echo, not even the intentionality of closing a Communion once a person has said what they meant to say. Just stillness. ]
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Link? Link! Hey, c’mon, answer me!
[A foolish attempt at calling into the void when she already knows, definitively, that he couldn’t possibly answer. Not after that explosive feeling of desperation and the abrupt—and familiar—quiet that follows.
There’s nothing to find when she tries to seek him out—and little time to spare in further searching when she has an impending mission to make sure she’s fully prepared for. But she’s now left feeling a little uneasy to leave the city behind when it comes time to march on Springstar, afraid of what might be awaiting the absence of Zenites.]