Cielo

There was honestly no point in being here but curiosity was a damned funny thing at times, that and the tantalizing atmosphere of new. The world had been shrinking, and the little stray with it, till both he and it  nearly faded completely till...well, they didn't. Hurray. And that was a fact to rejoice, really, but as with all new beginnings there had to be a start and, as lore would have it, here was a good place to do it, whatever mist, vines, and shadows had to do with anything. "" It'll do."" The stray speaks aloud conversationally. You must understand he was used to being alone and thus was used to talking to himself and often liked too. Take pity  if you like, this one could care less yet he'd blush with complete shame knowing full well that it was ultimately an odd habit. He's a tad self conscious that way but I digress. Surely you must be wondering what is the sense of " It'll do?" What's That suppose to mean? How utterly random and devoid of fear in this creepy place. Well, Cielo knows a thing or two and this is not his first time coming here, oh no. He knows all about the Presence as all true-blooded Natives do and here you're never, ever alone. Now you feel silly don't you, thinking he was a bit strange, maybe stupid too, but you're the one who let your guard down... you're the one who forgot about the eyes.

But then he was the one who came here knowing that...

Feel it now? Those aren't just thoughts crawling about your skin,  its not all in your head, take comfort in that if you can. Cielo's trying as the excipient of new is ebbing and remembering why its best to avoid coming here all together. Poor little stray quaking in his little boots under that brave, cool hued face of his. Its an uncomfortable and wholly violating feeling when the Rift changes you, snaking its phantasmal claws into your chest, preying on you  in intangible ways...or not. Only one way to find out and so he stands patiently, hoping the Presence might accept his weak attempt at dismissal, having enough of the sensation but the hard lump  in his throat already knows the Presence does nothing but exactly what it wants.

"Talk."

OOC:

I heard a song of the sea and I am in tune