The idea that another world had it’s own pillar system did not surprise her, and Clef sufficiently detailed what it mean to ascend to her satisfaction so she didn’t inquire upon it further. “I see. It’s a very unique system they have in place here.”
“A friend?” Sierra wasn’t sure whether or not to believe that contradiction. He had reacted so swiftly and fervently to dismiss the notion before that there must have been something to it. Still, there would be little to gain from pressing him. If he did not wish to discuss the matter, then she would just be left with her sliver of doubt as to what sort of relationship he truly had with Nita. “Children.. can be quite imaginative at that age”. That she could allow.
“Oh.. no.. I didn’t mean to imply that it had anything to do with your age,” Also feeling a little embarrassed on that misunderstanding. When he started going into possible explanations it was like she was hearing it while being submerged in water. This was the final step from essentially losing her identity to becoming nothing. Even the man she loved didn’t know she existed. There was something about storms, and masks.. and it just wasn’t registering. Towards the end of his speech about “how storms could make you forget”.. it’s almost like something switched back on in her mind.
“It couldn’t have forged these memories of you for me...” Pressing a hand firmly to her chest. “Those memories I hold...” In my heart, but she stopped abruptly. That was as close to a confession as she was likely to get. Either way, it was difficult to believe that any sort of storm could really strip something out of your memories if you were truly attached to it. Maybe... she just had never meant that much to him. He had no trouble remembering her sister Presea.
Then he followed with another explanation. She went back to maintaining her silence as the foreign fruits acted as visual aides for what he was saying. Whether any of these were the true reasoning for why Clef had no idea who she was, it didn’t matter. It still meant that she had essentially lost everything in coming here, including just the subdued relationship she had shared with him before. It was a crippling realization.
When he sighed, Sierra realized that he’d stayed silent for too long once more. She didn’t want to seem ungrateful for his taking the time to detail all of this for her, but it’s like she just wasn’t ready to hear it. “An only child..” So even her own sister didn’t need her in one reality, or so she thought until he gave her some reason to doubt it. “I... I don’t know what to say to all this. I really do not.” It sounded like he was trying to ease the blow by suggesting that Presea might have unconsciously missed her, but was it too much of a stretch? “But.. I guess no one would now that for sure. Whether Presea felt some strange void or not.”
When he reached out for her hand, she allowed it and forgetting about the crushing news for a moment color started to light her cheeks. “Master Mage Clef.” She exclaimed in a hushed voice. “I... I suppose it does.” Sierra readily agreed if only to cover up her reaction to his touch. If her sister could have subconsciously missed her in their world, could Clef subconsciously have missed her presence as well? Could that explain why he felt compelled to take her hand? No. Nope. She tried to convince herself not to get her hopes up to high. “This is all, very confusing”
More angst to come!
“A friend?” Sierra wasn’t sure whether or not to believe that contradiction. He had reacted so swiftly and fervently to dismiss the notion before that there must have been something to it. Still, there would be little to gain from pressing him. If he did not wish to discuss the matter, then she would just be left with her sliver of doubt as to what sort of relationship he truly had with Nita. “Children.. can be quite imaginative at that age”. That she could allow.
“Oh.. no.. I didn’t mean to imply that it had anything to do with your age,” Also feeling a little embarrassed on that misunderstanding. When he started going into possible explanations it was like she was hearing it while being submerged in water. This was the final step from essentially losing her identity to becoming nothing. Even the man she loved didn’t know she existed. There was something about storms, and masks.. and it just wasn’t registering. Towards the end of his speech about “how storms could make you forget”.. it’s almost like something switched back on in her mind.
“It couldn’t have forged these memories of you for me...” Pressing a hand firmly to her chest. “Those memories I hold...” In my heart, but she stopped abruptly. That was as close to a confession as she was likely to get. Either way, it was difficult to believe that any sort of storm could really strip something out of your memories if you were truly attached to it. Maybe... she just had never meant that much to him. He had no trouble remembering her sister Presea.
Then he followed with another explanation. She went back to maintaining her silence as the foreign fruits acted as visual aides for what he was saying. Whether any of these were the true reasoning for why Clef had no idea who she was, it didn’t matter. It still meant that she had essentially lost everything in coming here, including just the subdued relationship she had shared with him before. It was a crippling realization.
When he sighed, Sierra realized that he’d stayed silent for too long once more. She didn’t want to seem ungrateful for his taking the time to detail all of this for her, but it’s like she just wasn’t ready to hear it. “An only child..” So even her own sister didn’t need her in one reality, or so she thought until he gave her some reason to doubt it. “I... I don’t know what to say to all this. I really do not.” It sounded like he was trying to ease the blow by suggesting that Presea might have unconsciously missed her, but was it too much of a stretch? “But.. I guess no one would now that for sure. Whether Presea felt some strange void or not.”
When he reached out for her hand, she allowed it and forgetting about the crushing news for a moment color started to light her cheeks. “Master Mage Clef.” She exclaimed in a hushed voice. “I... I suppose it does.” Sierra readily agreed if only to cover up her reaction to his touch. If her sister could have subconsciously missed her in their world, could Clef subconsciously have missed her presence as well? Could that explain why he felt compelled to take her hand? No. Nope. She tried to convince herself not to get her hopes up to high. “This is all, very confusing”