[At first Estinien finds himself wandering that open street, wondering if he will see her around each corner... but the longer it goes on, the less he can keep focused on the task of looking. Gradually he slows, and then stops, her occasional check-ins the only thing reminding him of what he was trying to do in the first place. The sound of her voice, her song, is a double-edged sword. It brings him comfort, and reminds him of her - yet, in some ways, that comfort is as deadly as anything else.
He stays with her, scattered feelings and thoughts occasionally coming in response, but gradually slowing. He stands in the middle of the street, his shard clenched in hand, staring at nothing. It would make him easier for her to find, he thought. Unfortunately, it also made him easier to be caught.
A lull in his focus is interrupted by a sudden punctuation of panic and fear. It's a psychic cry of pain, a wordless plea for help.]
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He stays with her, scattered feelings and thoughts occasionally coming in response, but gradually slowing. He stands in the middle of the street, his shard clenched in hand, staring at nothing. It would make him easier for her to find, he thought. Unfortunately, it also made him easier to be caught.
A lull in his focus is interrupted by a sudden punctuation of panic and fear. It's a psychic cry of pain, a wordless plea for help.]