‘ they’re coming! they’re coming! ’
HER WORDS RING IN YOUR HEAD LOUDER THAN ANYTHING. If you were not so promptly bitten away at by fear, you might have tried to claw away with your ears just to try and silence it. It unnerves you, the sudden rush of it all. Bad memories. Bad place. You’re not there anymore, but this place is just not that place yet. It could be someday. This could all be in vain. How dreadful. What a terrible thing to realize.
Your heart skips a beat. Maybe two or three. You can’t really know for certain, it feels as if everything wrests your heart nowadays. Have you ever been able to relish in a steady beat? Who knows. You’re used to it. What you will never grow used to is the impending sense of doom.
“ W-Who is coming? Who?! ” Thieves, Pirates, Risen..?! Every option compounds in your head and you’re even more frantic than before. This won’t get answers out of her.
A shaky breath. Your hand is drawn to your beaststone ( You really wish this wasn’t an impulse. You really wish you didn’t need to use this one. But there’s no other option. No other way to protect yourself. ) you grip it tightly, ready to shift at a moment’s notice. You level your head– or that’s what you wish you could do, you’re just holding yourself back –shouting at her will only make the both of you panic more. Even if you lose your mind at the implication of danger, you’ve got some sense in that head of yours. Enough to consider her own feelings while yours consume you.
“ Noire … ” Another bow, another breath. “ Should we go alert the others? ”